Dogs - Christian Death

Have the virgins with their honesty… guarantee?

We move like vandals down darkened streets

And talk like dime store nobles

Shining blackness in our one track eye

Shining blackness in our one track mind

Shining blackness in our one track eyes

Just like grabbed by lightning corners

Just like cannibals, we must be starving…

With the jobless scandals of society, with their churlish retches

We want the graves and go for the bones

Of beloved ancestors and blessed saints

Deepest darkness in our blackened hearts

Got no time for you bleeding hearts

Deepest darkness in our blackened hearts

Got no time for you bleeding hearts

It comes with words of loneliness

It comes on nights of choruses

You’re going to die and go straight to hell

Hell!