Wintermorning
The scream remain from last night
when he skilfuled took her life
It? s not heroic
When he slices them with a knife
but his desire dies
He is killing for pleasure
To decrease his desire
How many bodies can we count now
You have made the crimson snow
Another victim
Was found couldn? t be recognized
he must have felt joy
Hear my warning
Don? t walk under the dark sky
cause he roams when it falls
He is killing for pleasure
To decrease his desire
How many bodies can we count now
You have made the crimson snow
It must have burnt like a fire
to get caught and facing a trial
He must pay for his crimes
sentenced to death for all those lives
Executed
He will be on our TV screens
they are going to fry his brain
In the electric chair
We see his eyes turning red
when he slowly joins the dead
He was killing for pleasure
to decrase his desire
Now his body is melted
entertainment we createdMission Beat
(Cochran, Adam, Kelly, Kirwan,Wilkins,Crowe, Lani)
You know I never
I never busked in Vulcan Lane
I could not, put my family through the shame
It took deprivation
And an aeroplane
For me and Billy to find our feet
Me and Billy
Walking home weighed down,lebo takeaway
Cheese is burning all around
Deprivation makes a sound so sweet
Billy got a van
Billy got a job
Billy got a job working for the Sydney City Mission
Driving around everyday picking up the people
And taking them home
Billy said to me once
He didn’t think it was much of a charity
Taking people and putting them
Where they really did not want to be
That’s the Mission Beat
The Mission Beat
Yeah, the Mission Beat
You know I never
I never busked in Vulcan Lane
Could not, did not, would not, should not
Put my family through the shame30 Odd Foot of Grunts Lyrics Index