Vomit Coffin - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Oh, vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

I don’t feel blessed

With the vomit

In my chest

I feel like coughing

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin, oh

Queasy green

Rotten scoff

Vomit cough

And when I declared to my design

Like Frankenstein’s monster:

«I am your father, I am your god

And you the magic that I conjure»

The thankless swine

The blasphemous jerk

My creature had no love for me

Which made me berserk

I am covered in vomit

I am coated in sick

I have no name and no place

This is no way to live

So I took over my creation

The spew coated protein

I plugged myself in

And became one with machine

I don’t feel blessed

With the vomit

In my neck

I feel like death

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Vomit coffin

Filthy green

Rotten scoff

Vomit vomit vomit vomit

Vomit vomit vomit vomit cough