paroles de chanson The Centre Bullet - Skinny Puppy
Dead
shot
through
the
temple
in
the
temple
heard
the
preacher
screech!
I
Bored
you
full
of
holes,
Lucretia,
saw
you
crease
up
in
a
ball,
as
if
you
Swallowed
your
own
poison
followed
as
you
crawled
up
to
the
altar.
I
watched
the
tabernacle
choir
bawling
in
a
bath
of
sacramental
wine...
You
laced
it,
but
it
tastes
just
fine
to
me!
Yes,
it's
89
- 's'
a
good
year...
Let's
hear
it
now
for
good
old
(bittersweet)
'89...
Let's
hear
it
now
for
good
old
'89.
We
took
our
seats,
we
watched
them
stringing
up
a
chicken
(kept
on
Kicking)
as
they
kicked
away
the
chair...
They
fed
it
strychnine!
We
kept
On
staring,
sick
and
sordid,
as
you
pulled
another
bullet
from
my
belt
and
Fired!
Count
to
nine...
(ninety
nine)...
count
to
nine.
I
caught
it
in
my
teeth,
I
licked
it
clean,
I
chewed
it,
I
chewed
it,
struck
a
Match...
I
flew
a
dozen
stories
to
my
stool
behind
a
widow.
Sure
I'm
small,
But
big
enough
(I'm
big
enough),
to
send
a
bullet
through
your
head.
A
Bullet
through
the
center
of
your
head!
I'll
send
a
bullet
through
the
center
Of
your
head.
Center
bullet...
Rent
a
bullet...
1 Film
2 Basement
3 Christianity
4 Dead Doll
5 One Day
6 Assimilate
7 Blood On the Wall
8 Deadlines
9 Church
10 Icebreaker
11 Tomorrow
12 Love
13 The Choke
14 Social Deception
15 Last Call
16 Falling
17 The Centre Bullet
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