Guts-John Cale

[00:13.50]The bugger in the short sleeves ****** my wife [00:18.36]Did it quick and split [00:20.64]Back home, fresh as a daisy to maisy, oh maisy [00:27.63]And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner [00:34.77]Quite operatic in its self disgust [00:40.08]It blew him all over the living room floor [00:43.89]Like parrot ******t, parrot spit, parrot ******t was shot [00:52.20]Now suppose it was someone familiar [00:54.42]Someone we all would know [01:01.83]Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas? [01:05.49]Familiar hyperbole [01:10.89]And there would go the secret plot [01:14.25]The piss had missed the hole in the pot [01:18.42]Like that ancient teenage dream [01:22.65]From soul to poison soul to poison soul [01:31.92]Guts, guts, got no guts [01:35.94]And stitches don't help at all [01:38.10]Guts, guts, got no guts [01:43.41]Holes in the body, holes in the legs [01:48.21]Holes in the forehead, holes in the head [01:54.60]Holes in the body, holes in the legs [02:02.34]There should never be holes at all [02:03.48]There should never be holes at all [02:16.26]So: kill all you want or more [02:19.98]Make sure, do it right [02:22.68]Dead is dead, and door nails forget [02:31.41]And then you'll notice [02:36.48]How the waster and the wasted [02:40.68]Get to look like one another [02:42.90]In the end, in the end [02:43.32]In the end, in the end [02:46.95]In the end, in the end [02:48.12]In the end, in the end