Death the Bludgeoner

Eats like a horse, drinks like a camel

A lying sack of shit on every channel

She swims like a flute, plays it soft and hateful

I swallow her dust, she's no Marianne or Faithfull

There's never a break, a pausing for breath

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

Bludgeoner of Death

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

She thunders like Zeus, Epiphone or epic

Cudgels and clubfeet, a legendary all-too-septic

Corps of dead corpses, omnipotent wench

Shovels and pitchforks, a lovelier, rosy stench

There's never a break, a pausing for breath

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

Bludgeoner of Death

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

She steals like a church, what a sad tormentor

Money and murder, thumbs down for every senator

Sage of the stagecoach, who's as dumb as a gun

All across the world, we're still number one

There's never a break, a pausing for breath

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

Bludgeoner of Death

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

Bludgeoner of Death

In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death