Malocchio - Tomahawk

Spewing your beings

Chew on history with you

Bloodhound, nose to the ground

Hunting the big game, I’m through

And I want to be more than a stomach on four legs

It’s true

So drain me, embalm me

I’m moving to a higher venue

Up the food chain

Up on two

Eat the sky

Stand up straight

On hind legs and cry

Chew it!

Chew it!

Chew it to spit it out!

And now that I’m standing

Nervous organs dangling from you

I’m blushing like red-roses

The earth is my whorehouse

My zoo

Spit it out!

Squeeze your mothers neck

'Til the kicking stops

The memories stop