Jugular

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Jugular
(Spilker/Chielie)

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Sweet Mother of God, there’s a whole load of bad coming down
It’s a plummeting ’round on me
So many doors open up, but I can’t go through one of them
Every door houses evil, and evil don’t bore
There are women and war, and they often come to forge
In the minds of the men, and it makes me regorge, regorge

Man overboard – come cut the umbilical chord
It’s like being the babe
About to be cut into halves by the sword – oh, to be bored

Bad luck – I’m stuck; oh, to get out – big rain
It comes and floods my big brain
It’s a sensual affair – if you dig the kink there
Running from the big bear
Tough muck – wet guck; oh, to do you – oh, to fuck you
What sight – I’d find this cause for bloodfight
It’s a murderous affair – once you dig the kink there
Rock ‘n’ roll the big bear
Flash, light! It is a sight to make you throw up
And yet you long to see her cringe
And make her sweet thighs come dup
It is a pain to come to this here again
To ride this thought-train
Kinda sad that it is you you’ve had
To know that all the things she said
Are birds that fly away and kill for lesser things
To find that all she wants is cupboards full of rings
To feel the creaking of the springs
Oh, to turn up all to take it
Oh, to burn up all to make it
Oh, to turn up all to take it
Oh, to burn up all to make it

Take these lies and stuff them in a bag
Too big to take it home to any hag
You know that if you make the jump there’s bad to come
It is the home you’ll miss, chum
Now, think – now, think!

Sweet Mother of God, there’s a whole load of bad coming down
It’s a-showering ’round on me
So many doors to pass through, but I can’t go through one of them
Every door leads to you, and you really don’t bore
There is war over women I’d rather just let past
It is time to come home, and to rest here at last – at last
I trail the voice of liberty

Man overboard – don’t cut the umbilical chord
I will not be the babe about to be cut into two by the sword – oh, to be bored