Humanoid Skeleton
(Clinton!)
(Dealers of God)
Flesh
Bill
Clinton
Humanoid
Skeleton
(Now bring it back one time!)
Thirty days
Bill Clinton
Forty nights
Bill Clinton
Three minutes
Bill Clinton
Nine months
Bill Clinton
Six weeks
Bill Clinton
Three thousand years
Bill Clinton
Still trembling
Still trembling
Three years ago Bill Clinton took my fucking eyes
I can't find them 'cos I can't see any more
Bill what have you done to me?
Bill found me on a train
Late at night and I was so close
Left my head so empty
Withered hands deep inside of me
Writing two or three postcards
Not for you but for myself
Sending texts to your mobile
Knowing they'll never be read
(Rock that shit homie!)
(Rock- rock-)
(Now bring it back one time!)
Walking down to the grocery aisle
And all I can think about
Is Bill's smile
When you look into his eyes
Finishing the bathroom tiles
And his son named Kyle
Just sitting there in a pool of bile
Bill Clinton it's been a while
Three days
Four minutes
Six years
Eight weeks
Three thousand years
(I did NOT have humanoid relations with that skeleton)
I looked into his eyes
Bill Clinton why?
Bill Clinton why?
(Why)
Bill found me on a train
Late at night and I was so close
Left my head so empty
Withered hands deep inside of me
Riding through my old postcode
Trying to find some semblance of
Something I could hold on to
Just to prove I could end it all
Bill found me on a train
I was desperate and so cold
I was so young and healthy
Withered hands took my youth from me
Running through that scrapyard
Howling like the wolf cubs
I remember somehow
Sliding over mouth to mouth
Bill, Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill!
Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill, Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill
Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Up to his chest in soy
In a warehouse
Outside Detroit
(Inhuman screaming)
Yeah he's under the warehouse
He's under the warehouse
He's covered in soil
He's covered in soil
No one's gonna get Clinton's remains yeah
(I did NOT have humanoid relations with that skeleton)
Bill Clinton, it's been a while
Do you remember me?
Or has your brain been circumcised
For all eternity?
Bill Clinton, what's life like
In a tube of glass?
Does the plasma keep your youthful looks?
Does it fill your lungs?
Bill Clinton, it's been a while
You look thinner than before
Translucent skin drapes your skull
Hungering for more
Bill Clinton, you never smile
You just stare at me
Your empty gaze desensitised
To all suffering
Bill Clinton, it's been a while...
Will he ever go away?
Nah I think he's here to stay
Circumcision train
Circumcision train
Oh, ho, ho, ho
Circumcision train
(Circumcision train)
(Circumcision train...)
(Dealers of God)
Flesh
Bill
Clinton
Humanoid
Skeleton
(Now bring it back one time!)
Thirty days
Bill Clinton
Forty nights
Bill Clinton
Three minutes
Bill Clinton
Nine months
Bill Clinton
Six weeks
Bill Clinton
Three thousand years
Bill Clinton
Still trembling
Still trembling
Three years ago Bill Clinton took my fucking eyes
I can't find them 'cos I can't see any more
Bill what have you done to me?
Bill found me on a train
Late at night and I was so close
Left my head so empty
Withered hands deep inside of me
Writing two or three postcards
Not for you but for myself
Sending texts to your mobile
Knowing they'll never be read
(Rock that shit homie!)
(Rock- rock-)
(Now bring it back one time!)
Walking down to the grocery aisle
And all I can think about
Is Bill's smile
When you look into his eyes
Finishing the bathroom tiles
And his son named Kyle
Just sitting there in a pool of bile
Bill Clinton it's been a while
Three days
Four minutes
Six years
Eight weeks
Three thousand years
(I did NOT have humanoid relations with that skeleton)
I looked into his eyes
Bill Clinton why?
Bill Clinton why?
(Why)
Bill found me on a train
Late at night and I was so close
Left my head so empty
Withered hands deep inside of me
Riding through my old postcode
Trying to find some semblance of
Something I could hold on to
Just to prove I could end it all
Bill found me on a train
I was desperate and so cold
I was so young and healthy
Withered hands took my youth from me
Running through that scrapyard
Howling like the wolf cubs
I remember somehow
Sliding over mouth to mouth
Bill, Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill!
Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill, Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill
Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Up to his chest in soy
In a warehouse
Outside Detroit
(Inhuman screaming)
Yeah he's under the warehouse
He's under the warehouse
He's covered in soil
He's covered in soil
No one's gonna get Clinton's remains yeah
(I did NOT have humanoid relations with that skeleton)
Bill Clinton, it's been a while
Do you remember me?
Or has your brain been circumcised
For all eternity?
Bill Clinton, what's life like
In a tube of glass?
Does the plasma keep your youthful looks?
Does it fill your lungs?
Bill Clinton, it's been a while
You look thinner than before
Translucent skin drapes your skull
Hungering for more
Bill Clinton, you never smile
You just stare at me
Your empty gaze desensitised
To all suffering
Bill Clinton, it's been a while...
Will he ever go away?
Nah I think he's here to stay
Circumcision train
Circumcision train
Oh, ho, ho, ho
Circumcision train
(Circumcision train)
(Circumcision train...)
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Writer(s): Dealers God
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