Antonin Artaud lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Antonin Artaud lyrics Songwriters: Ash; Murphy; Jay; Haskins; The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man s words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid pealing soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks Hypodermic, hypodermic, hypodermic Red fix One man s poison is another mans meat One man s agony, another mans treat Artaud living with his neck Placed firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain Limbs in cramps, contorted The theater and its double The void and the aborted Those Indians wank on his bones Those Indians wank on his bones Those Indians wank on his bones song lyrics