Body Art...

I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife
Then cut through sinews and bloodways
Must I continue?

It's a shame this art is forgotten
I'm collecting all that is rotten

I love go killing, it's rather thrilling
So happy when I find a jelly warm piece of mind

Sometimes I wanna see them choking
I'll be damned if you think I'm joking

I've ripped some eyes
I've stripped the thice, I'm not telling lies
Down at the bay I throw them away

Practising death, I've messed around
As I love to be, it strenghtens me

Put some in the ground
'Cause when it's hot it sooner rot

I drilled a hole there too
To make the sun shine through
(And making love there too)

I master high-tech death
And to drink their breaths
Taking LSD, it's helping me to see
As I slayed that sweet Mary
Call it robbery

Gazing at the sky... wawing
When I'm flying high... raving

I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife
It could have been you
Must I continue?