Mutilation - Farscape

I’ll tell you a story now

About a wimp dead on the streets

His corpse was down at the corner

I saw his face of course, he was rich

A victim of a poor and rebel boy

Who wants justice in the world

He said: i kill on behalf of my my father

Politicians must die in pain, you know

He would like to know

Wy must he follow the rules?

Why that man steals for himself

While his father dies of hunger?

This boys is a metalhead

And he just wants to understand

Why he hasn’t got the money

To buy the album of motorhead

After killing he wants

To rip the corpse and

To impale it like a trophy

Mutilation thash

He takes his axe and begins

Under the light of the sun

He cuts off arms and legs

And takes the pieces to home

Now his father has

Something to eat at night

Eyes, fingers and heart

Blood, legs and arms

Heads will roll!!!

He cleans the blood and washes his boots

Like jack the ripper has taught him

Now he is a killer on the loose

Politicians he’ll rip

He’s walking at night

And hunting on the streets

He is ready to begin

Another MUTILATION THRASH!!!