The Salò Demos

by Badmouth

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03:21
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04:03

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released February 1, 2017

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Track Name: Son of Man
Who do you say the son of man is? Some say John, Jeremiah, Elijah or Sting.
But who am I? You ask in that sarcastic tone.
I’m the messiah, don’t you know?

Peter stopped at the front gates,
Said “Next to Hades you would look much better.”
We stripped the city made of gold.
We took the keys and sold them for scrap metal.

I bless you, atishoo,
Upon this rock I build a beach house for the clinically insane.
Like you brothers sisters, come on now,
We don’t need that fascist groove thing.

And then he thanked us all for coming,
But told us all that it was far too late.
And it was only nine o’clock, so we called up the Ferry Man,
Hopped in, told him please don’t stop.

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You had enough now leave us alone.
Take the meat but throw us the bone.
He’s an apostate, preacher, martyr and a cowboy.
Aphrodite would’ve cowered at a written description.

Had enough now leave us alone.
Take the meat but throw us the bone.
He’s an apostate, preacher, martyr and a cowboy.
Aphrodite would’ve cowered at a passport photo.

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Righteous, oh how self-righteous
You busy yourselves with your electronic seduction techniques.
Children, take note, confess.
Confess yourselves or face consequence.

Peter stopped at the front gates,
Said “Next to Hades you would look much better.”
We stripped the city made of gold.
We took the keys and sold them for scrap metal.

Righteous, oh how self-righteous
You busy yourselves with your electronic seduction techniques.
Confess yourselves children,
Or face dire consequence.

And then he thanked us all for coming,
But told us all that it was far too late.
And it was only nine o’clock, so we called up the Ferry Man,
Hopped in, told him please don’t stop.
Track Name: Krumme Lanke
Witness what we’ve done, us fools.
Our pitchforks held high for a bloody set of jewels.
But which way now, just don’t look down.
Go straight into town where the surround sound drowns out ...
The chitter chatter, pitter patter as your notes hit the perspex.
Involuntary reflex. Wander blind, you wonder child.
They’ve brought you up with manners and you’re the one that might save us.
But you may just enslave us.

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Watch yourself, you’ve long gone sour.
Seas have closed up, Moses drowned and you,
Fooled a thousand gods.
But don’t hold your breath, your judgment ain’t far.

You’re not the one, my only son.
Swallow that fruit whole baby.
Serpent’s got your tongue.

Who’s laughing now?
Got yourself a crowd.
The thorn’s stuck deep
As your dying mother weeps.

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Rotation of the general and we all hit the prayer mats.
Fall into descent because he’s so decent but he won’t repent.
Just collect your holy souls and trade em in for pyrite gold.
Assisting the gushing of this island’s jugular, final countdown to exit mass hysteria
So don’t tell us it was our fault, just look up from your own feet.
Sick rhetoric on repeat.

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