Shit On the Liver

Theres a thorn in my side On a spastic two-headed dragon I ride In the wind, on a night I choke on the smoke of the church that I light I hear the call, I carry sin To the house of the holy one within I empty cans, I flick my light Burn myself in the church tonight There's a curse on the wind Shit on the liver again Scream, die My death and my funeral combined Born of the wisdom of the ancient ghosts The blood of the goat and the chalice we toast To the win and the sin, unholy Odin There's a place where the old souls gather to boast Of the thrill, and the spill And the victims that they kill If they die in the fields Then they die at our will Corpse in the church The priest and the mourners evoked In the old, cold morning light I choke on the smoke of the church that I light There's a curse on the wind Shit on the liver again Scream, die My death and my funeral combined