Guts-John Cale

[00:07.74]The bugger in the short sleeves ****** my wife [00:12.06]Did it quick and split [00:13.59]Back home, fresh as a daisy to maisy, oh maisy [00:19.20]And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner [00:25.14]Quite operatic in its self disgust [00:29.40]It blew him all over the living room floor [00:32.67]Like parrot ****, parrot spit, parrot **** was shot [00:38.73]Now suppose it was someone familiar [00:40.92]Someone we all would know [00:46.35]Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas? [00:49.62]Familiar hyperbole [00:54.57]And there would go the secret plot [00:56.55]The piss had missed the hole in the pot [00:59.82]Like that ancient teenage dream [01:03.51]From soul to poison soul to poison soul [01:05.82]Guts, guts, got no guts [01:14.01]And stitches don't help at all [01:15.24]Guts, guts, got no guts [01:18.84]Holes in the body, holes in the legs [01:22.98]Holes in the forehead, holes in the head [01:25.41]Holes in the body, holes in the legs [01:31.26]There should never be holes at all [01:35.04]There should never be holes at all [02:12.99]So: kill all you want or more [02:13.62]Make sure, do it right [02:18.27]Dead is dead, and door nails forget [02:23.64]And then you'll notice [02:26.73]How the waster and the wasted [02:30.09]Get to look like one another [02:32.28]In the end, in the end [02:38.16]In the end, in the end [02:38.67]In the end, in the end [02:39.21]In the end, in the end