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| Jugular (Spilker/Chielie) download mp3 (11.739 kB) file includes lyric (embedded ID3v2 synchronized) 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 |