Today I Started Slogging Again - Foetus, You've Got Foetus on Your Breath

Are you ready on the bass?

Organ?

Are you ready on guitar?

Shutup, shutup guitar!

Ow!

I’m gonna be short, tell you a story

About vice, lice and depravity

About the M.A.R.Q.U.I.S.

D.E.

S.A.D.E

But first I’m gonna tell you what I started doing again today

You know what i started doing again today?

«What?»

Lemme tell you…

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

According to me, Mister Marquis, you mix up passion and cruelty

'Cos passion extinguishes sympathy and makes you cold and hard like me

Stronger and stronger charms are needed to satisfy the passion

And pain awakens nerves when utilised in this fashion

The pain of others also causes extraordinary excitation

And this cruelty shows your energy (intelligence) not your degeneration

Horrible spectacle, execution, slaughter, disease and death…

You ain’t tasted nothing 'til you got Foetus on your breath

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Castration, masturbation, flagellation, come on, use your imagination

You may need lubrication for the appropriate preparation

So tighten up the thumbscrews, put on this evening gown (and don’t you make a

sound)

And no one leaves 'til their extremities are dragging on the ground

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

You won’t get hungry, everything’s swallowed, nothin goes to waste

'Cos once it’s been down your throat a few times it’s not such a bitter taste

So come on, hit me one time and let’s blaspheme my friend

Get up get down get sideways ain’t no party and it never ends

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again

Today I started slogging again