Enter the Exterminator

Foetus

Score: 2
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Played: 7

Genres:

Experimental
Post punk
Industrial
Avant garde
Industrial rock

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Featured by:

justin.aspinall

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Lyrics:

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(Terminate, terminate, terminate) The waiting becomes torture, distractions become bliss Futility's a luxury when you sleep in blood, sperm, vomit, and piss Huddling to the dead for support, jacking off for warmth Swaddled in less than ashes and rags The payoff's always been over the ridge And the pot of gold is full of shit Now hi-ho, hi-ho it's off to work we go Another merry go-down go-down go-down Go-down go-down go-down go-down I seen a prisoner without her clothes Living on a diet of dirt and water Being slapped and sliced because She didn't happen to agree with the warden He had an itchy trigger finger Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull Militantly hankering for something never done High school memories, fruits of folly Are now reality due to sheer lack of present Death without a trial, dyin' ain't a trial Dyin' ain't a curse but livin' sure is worse Each experience becomes my epilogue Countin' my ribs for the thousandth time Dyin' on a diet of gruel and grime They fall down, they don't rise again Where the women are trodden and forgotten are men They're givin' birth to orphans Black Jew glue The air is old, the comments are cold I'm covered in lice and scabs and mold My days are numbered, I'm in a daze The door creaks open, the whole room prays Enter the exterminator Enter the exterminator I hear the sweet sound of syringes Crushed underfoot See who set the home fires burnin' See who set the husbands burnin' Make the accusation stick Morale is thin, the air is thick Hard earned self-esteem goes up in a puff of smoke I'm waitin' to die I'm waitin' to die To much of a coward to snuff myself Guess I'll just have to suffer myself Countin' my ribs for the thousandth time Dyin' on a diet of gruel and grime They fall down, they don't rise again Where the women are trodden and forgotten are men They're givin' birth to orphans Black Jew glue The air is old, the comments are cold I'm covered in lice and scabs and mold My days are numbered, I'm in a daze The door creaks open, the whole room prays Enter the exterminator Enter the exterminator Enter the exterminator Enter the exterminator Shoulder to shoulder to detonator Enter the exterminator Shoulder to shoulder to detonator Enter the exterminator Terminate, terminate, terminate, terminate