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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Bauhaus -  Antonin Artaud
 The young man held a gun to the head of god
 
 Stick this holy cow
 
 Put the audience in action
 
 Let the slaughtered take a bow
 
 The old mans words, white hot knives
 
 Slicing through warm butter
 
 The butter is the heart
 
 The rancid peeling soul
 
 Scratch pictures on asylum walls
 
 Broken nails and matchsticks
 
 Hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic
 
 Red fix
 
 One mans poison another mans meat
 
 One mans agony another mans treat
 
 Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose
 
 Eyes black with pain,
 
 Limbs in cramps contorted
 
 The theatre and its double
 
 The void and the aborted
 
 Those indians wank on his bones (repeat)
 
 
    
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