
Skull X Primal Scream
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[Verse 1]
The sky's black with locusts, my eyes are burning stars
There's a mountain of gold teeth in every bank vault in this world
You wanna try and steal my face, my body and soul?
Ridden on a bed of nails, walking into walls
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
[Verse 2]
Do I drown in my streams? Do I kill you in my dreams?
Do I draw a knife across your throat?
Is your mouth an open grave? Will I fall upon your blade?
Are those needles in your eyes the blood of Jesus?
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
[Verse 3]
Another teenage suicide, slit your wrists and laugh
When boredom kills, shoot morphine pills, be faithful unto death
In every home, a rapist, are killers family men?
Why do children hate their parents? Keep a shotgun 'neath your bed
The sky's black with locusts, my eyes are burning stars
There's a mountain of gold teeth in every bank vault in this world
You wanna try and steal my face, my body and soul?
Ridden on a bed of nails, walking into walls
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
[Verse 2]
Do I drown in my streams? Do I kill you in my dreams?
Do I draw a knife across your throat?
Is your mouth an open grave? Will I fall upon your blade?
Are those needles in your eyes the blood of Jesus?
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, do it again
Ooh, baby, come on, baby, do it again
[Verse 3]
Another teenage suicide, slit your wrists and laugh
When boredom kills, shoot morphine pills, be faithful unto death
In every home, a rapist, are killers family men?
Why do children hate their parents? Keep a shotgun 'neath your bed
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