The metal was corroded. The fuses had exploded. The circuits floated
On a pool of oil…They wrenched the flex. It snapped and sparks flew
(dark blue clouds and jet black walls!). An apple crumbled. Firemen
Grumbled — fumbled with a hose. Toes were curling in their white boots.
Sweating in their tight asbestos suits (and Asmodeus played the flute!) A
Table layed a chair and did the cha cha — charred and spitting splinters.
Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbes behind the fence. Father burned the
Incense, blessed the ashes as they flew… Fly away!(2x)Fly away
Peter!(3x) Fly away Paul! Wenn Alte Gotter Sterben (When old god dies)
Upside down and hanging. Gangreen. Dark green ankles. Rusty chains. And
Lusting vultures bowling dice — see who gets first bite. Frosbite!
Lockjaw! MORE! See sores weep, flesh creep. Skin deep beauty lives inside
His rotting carcass. Locked away, it drains away. Like a love note in a
Trashcan, like a sapphire in a sack. And no one’s singing hymns to him. No
Trembling sinners, no respect…We shed our tears, but we just accept —
This old God’s dying of neglect. This old god’s dying of neglect. Neglect.
