Skinny Puppy

Dead shot through the temple in the temple heard the preacher screech! I
bored you full of holes, Lucretia, saw you crease up in a ball, as if you
swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar.
I watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a bath of sacramental wine...
You laced it, but it tastes just fine to me!
Yes, it's 89 - 's' a good year... Let's hear it now for good old (bittersweet)
'89... Let's hear it now for good old '89.
We took our seats, we watched them stringing up a chicken (kept on
kicking) as they kicked away the chair... They fed it strychnine! We kept