Crucifucks Lyrics - Singles - Gallows

Nail the bodies to the crucifix 

Slit the throats of all the priests 

The last smile they will ever expect 

A gaping hole running right through their neck 

Snakes get fat while the good rats die 

All the pigs should be bled dry 

Who's with me? 

All your sins will be forgiven 

When your blood begins to thicken 

You have no answers to our questions 

God bless this great depression 

The snakes get fat while the good rats die 

And all the pigs should be bled dry 

Who's with me? 

Throw the bodies into the streets 

Nothing more than rotten meat 

Taught not to bite the hand that feeds 

'Til it's cold and dry and no longer bleeds 

The snakes get fat while the good rats die 

So all the pigs should be bled dry 

The London metropolitan 

All the fucking clergy men 

Child abusers, national front 

Rapists, racists, all fucking scum 

And they march hand in hand 

To rape our green and pleasant land 

Dust to dust, earth to earth 

The new born babies drowned at birth 

And there's no future for England's son 

They're nine years old and they all carry guns 

Take out your crowbars, take out your knives 

Drain out your blood, we all deserve to die 

It's time for us to take a stand 

We are dying on our knees in this great fucking land 

And all the martyrs they have convinced themselves 

That death ain't a sin when you're living in hell 

There ain't no glory and there ain't no hope 

We will hang ourselves just show us the rope 

There ain't no scapegoats left to blame 

We brought this on ourselves, we could have been the change 

Great Britain is fucking dead 

So cut our throats, end our lives 

Let's fucking start again