Crucifucks - 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

Snakes get fat while the good rats die

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 sons

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 grey broken 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, when we could have been the change

Great Britain is fucking dead

So cut our throats

End our lives

Let’s fucking start again