Jakprogresso - Cattle Grid lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Cattle Grid lyrics]
Cattle Grid cattle Grid
Happy Halloween
Everybody OD yet or you're alright?
I spent hours searching
For my love, I love her so much I
Killed her and keep her under my bed
Wrapped in a shower curtain
I live next door
And mow the lawn and wave at your kids
Stay with a grin
With two different faces I hid
I work in the basements in
Butcher aprons and bibs
Playing with wigs of decapitated heads
In front of the mirror, making them fit
Masturbating to it
You got some fucking nerve saying I'm sick
The first one is carved in my mind
Harmless and kind she was an artist
Came back to my apartment for wine
Face to face strangulation
I could see her beating heart in her eyes
I threw up when she started to cry
I live with a carcass like "Look
At my doll collection mom, pardon the flies"
A charmer, target the shy
Peace to Bad Karma and Diabolic
Smoke, middle herb, pipes a hobbit
Kick white from Holland
Look at Jak, he won't get signed
The guys lop side on some odd shit
But, the robots don't like demonic
Cattle grid, cattle grid
Yo gothic romances means
With forty five brunettes under the belt
Fresh trim
Sacrosanct vestiges next to a dead bitch
Skin lacks melanin, arms crossed
Legs spread open and headless
Everyone grab a head on a stick
Let's build a shrine i kill kids with Wayne
Williams asphyxiation stimuli
Colleges missing five
Passenger seat missing fit for dimes
Picked up nine dumped in a pit to find
Revisited different sites
Sticks and leaves lifted, dig up hides
"Intercourse forbidden?" He thought
Moving the earwigs aside
He did it swatting flies, in a
Van sipping codeine, smoking crypt
Sniffing white bundles of black sherm
Killed the youth from TV range
Gut all the trackers, clips
Zealots and hit the commune soaking
In spice and muscle relaxers
Huh?
You're all scared Christians in a church
Burning in witching hours
Hit the sour and I'm out
Cattle grid, cattle grid
Happy Halloween
Everybody OD yet or you're alright?
I spent hours searching
For my love, I love her so much I
Killed her and keep her under my bed
Wrapped in a shower curtain
I live next door
And mow the lawn and wave at your kids
Stay with a grin
With two different faces I hid
I work in the basements in
Butcher aprons and bibs
Playing with wigs of decapitated heads
In front of the mirror, making them fit
Masturbating to it
You got some fucking nerve saying I'm sick
The first one is carved in my mind
Harmless and kind she was an artist
Came back to my apartment for wine
Face to face strangulation
I could see her beating heart in her eyes
I threw up when she started to cry
I live with a carcass like "Look
At my doll collection mom, pardon the flies"
A charmer, target the shy
Peace to Bad Karma and Diabolic
Smoke, middle herb, pipes a hobbit
Kick white from Holland
Look at Jak, he won't get signed
The guys lop side on some odd shit
But, the robots don't like demonic
Cattle grid, cattle grid
Yo gothic romances means
With forty five brunettes under the belt
Fresh trim
Sacrosanct vestiges next to a dead bitch
Skin lacks melanin, arms crossed
Legs spread open and headless
Everyone grab a head on a stick
Let's build a shrine i kill kids with Wayne
Williams asphyxiation stimuli
Colleges missing five
Passenger seat missing fit for dimes
Picked up nine dumped in a pit to find
Revisited different sites
Sticks and leaves lifted, dig up hides
"Intercourse forbidden?" He thought
Moving the earwigs aside
He did it swatting flies, in a
Van sipping codeine, smoking crypt
Sniffing white bundles of black sherm
Killed the youth from TV range
Gut all the trackers, clips
Zealots and hit the commune soaking
In spice and muscle relaxers
Huh?
You're all scared Christians in a church
Burning in witching hours
Hit the sour and I'm out
Cattle grid, cattle grid