Jim Foetus - Descent Into The Inferno - Live 1985 video free download

Jim Thirwell aka Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel, Jim Foetus and Clint Ruin.

Recorded from Channel 4's The Tube 1985.

Lyrics

Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black

Lagoon

Purgatory disguised as a room with a view

I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the

inferno from the inside

And you can't see out them windows

And smoke gets in your eyes

And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry...

An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING

And NOTHING is its middle name

Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where

in hell is that?

So flat you can't see ten feet in front

I want everything to disappear

Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my

BLOOD BANK

Give me another STIFF one... and make it a double

I don't know when I've had enough

But I've NEVER had enough and I've never bin BAD

enough

I need it and I need it BAD

And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having

I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common

knowledge in this town

I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken

down

GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya

You get a stomach tumour

You get a stake right through your HEART

I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face

Whatever happened to the human race?

What happened to the humanistic faith?

What happens to human waste?

I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of

that

FALLEN into the ABYSS like a roach in a trap

There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in

Hell

There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in

HELL

I don't need a mother no more

I'd rather be an ORPHAN or a SONOVABITCH or a BASTARD

SON who's been dug

up DEAD, worms in eyesockets, holes in ma head

Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold

Cos it's a long way up when you're SIX FEET UNDER

Under a pile of HUMAN DEBRIS

A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE

You wanna save yourself the trouble

GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya

You get a stomach tumour

You get a stake right through your HEART

IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

Staring into a waste of space

Bring on the MONOTONY bring on the LOBOTOMY

And make it a double, and make it a pact

I've had more than I can stand--and hors d'oeuvre of

maniac

I've had more fun in an IRON LUNG

I'm cancelling my NEXT BIRTHDAY

I mo wait til the witching hour then watch my life

come tumblin' down

The moon's so full it's spilling over

There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN

HELL

IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya

You get a stake right through ya through ya

You get a stake right through your HEART

IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN

DO

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