Crucifucks

(álbum: Grey Britain - 2009)

Nail their bodies to the crucifix
Slit the throats of all the priests
The last smile they will ever express
A gaping hole running right through their necks

The snakes get fat while the good rats die
So all the pigs should be bled dry
Who's with me?

All your sins will be forgiven
When your blood begins to thicken
You have no answers to our questions
God bless this great depression

The snakes get fat while the good rats die
And all the pigs should be bled dry
Who's with me?

Throw the bodies into the streets
Nothing more than rotting meat
Taught not to bite the hand that feeds
Till it's cold and dry and no longer bleeds
The snakes get fat while the good rats die
So all the pigs should be bled dry

The London metropolitan
All the fucking clergymen
Child abusers, national front
Rapists, racists, all fucking scum
And they march hand-in-hand
They rape our green and pleasant land
Dust to dust, earth to earth
The new born babies drowned at birth
There ain't no future for England's sons
They're nine years old, and they all carry guns
So take out your crowbars, take out your knives
Drain out your blood we all deserve to die

It's time for us to take a stand
We are dying on our knees in this grey broken land
And all the martyrs they have convinced themselves
That death ain't a sin, when you're living in Hell
There ain't no glory, and there ain't no hope
We will hang ourselves, just show us the rope
There ain't no scapegoats left to blame
We brought this on ourselves when we could have been the change

Grey Britain is fucking dead
So cut our throats, end our lives, let's fucking start again