Letra de Hospital Fat Bags

Jesus is tight but you'd probably
Find more happiness with a good
Plastic surgeon
I'm chewing on dog teeth
And hospital fat bags
So maybe we should welcome it
With open arms?
And should you smell the burning
And hear the screaming
You can't tell yourself
We didn't deserve it
You can't tell yourself
We didn't deserve it
Piles of human and antiseptic as we cut the ugly
Mothers wielding crosses made of children bones
Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky
Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky
These who spoke against Him
Bled from their throats
As their jaws had been torn away
We knew it was blood
Because it was
Warmer than the air