Blimey Songtext / Lyric

Blimey



At home we're bored

Just got off another shitty tour

Moat filled with flaming pus

Sleazy he won't talk to us

Fondle fish in way illegal

Coffin filled with dirty needles



Blimey, blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey, blimey, go



Bio-mutant sexy maid

Heave it down the balustrade

We indulge in naughty fun

Give it fish, tell it to run

Sexy's flanks are torn and rent

Slimey's on the rag again






Blimey, blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey, blimey, go



That's right folks, here in the hall of human hatred

We've got some of your most inspired brethren

Genocidal maniacs books straight into your hearts

We've got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose

who carved their way thru the history

purges consumed thousands on his blazing

altar of syphilis. Or how about Giles

Lavalle, medieval crusader of God's will

whose search for the elixir of life led to

the ritual satanic killings of hundreds of

Parisian youth?

Or Julius, religious despot whose slaughter of the intelligensia

Of greatest mass murderers in your sad, yet

Milan gave him the nickname of "The

Warrior Pope" That's right, some of the

vibrant history, are here enshrined

impaled and pumped with agonizing life



Tummys tingle

Tongues a-mingle

Forced extraction

Of corn-choked shingle



Bristling amoeba hole

Madly flailing porno-cow

Matching cunt for every bowl

Get me on the road right now



Blimey, blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Waddaya do when you feel like that?

Blimey, blimey, go