Crude

You look in the mirror
You're all skin and bone
You're gonna die soon, I thought I should phone
Your stomach is bulging and cannot take food

I think that their methods are a little crude

They've severed most of your limbs
Your brain and eyesight are going dim
Well, they've strangled you 'til your face went blue

I think that their methods are a little crude

They cut off your ears, pulled your nails out
You've answered all their questions
But they can still doubt
Well, all your senses they did denude
I think that their methods are a little crude

Well, they've shit in your, shit in your
Shit in your face
Then dumped your body without a trace
Lacerated and in the nude

I think that their methods are frankly a little crude, crude, crude, crude
Crude, crude, crude, crude
Crude, crude, crude, crude
Crude, crude, crude, crude
Crude!

And then I will ask your tormentors
"Wasn't it odd?"
They said, "No
We're just doing our job"



Credits
Writer(s): Martyn Richard Jacques
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