Dead Cross - Grave Slave Lyrics

Grave slave, farmer of lost souls
Broken down thin, into the soil
The disease of civilization
Spit it out, shit it out

Pistolero pistolero
Pistolero (No funeral, no roses) pistolero
Pistolero pistolero

You walk like you know this city
Every street, every back alley
Hood over my head, in a suicide smock
Well, can I walk the walk?

Pistolero pistolero
Pistolero pistolero
Pistolero pistolero

Like a f*ckin' drunk piano man at the border
Law and order victory has mil padres
The loser is an orphan

Electoral eats the puppet states
Chew the vote, win the race
Electoral eats the puppet states
We ain't a part of this disgrace
(You f*ckin' broken man)

White claws on the f*ckin' pigs
Make 'em squeal, make 'em sing
White claws on the f*ckin' pigs
Blow out the candles on the urinal cake

The Future Has Been Cancelled dead Cross
Divine Filth dead Cross
Church of the Motherf*ckers dead Cross

You got a mustache made of shit
Gimme a kiss (You f*ckin' broken man)
I'm just a moron chasing pigeons in the park
But I will leave my mark muah