Goosegash
Tim Smith
Two civilians scrap
In combatant rap
Claws bleeding for dear life
And life is is that
And you thunder out at the pitch of your breath
My dying's your living
My living's your death
God save the queen
That's where we stand
We hold the goose's gash of life in our hands
And all of the things that never begin
Succeeding the womb that we put them all in
They're watching me burn
I'll plug up their eyes
Hell's where I'll go
To the worm that never dies
All of these things
They cannot be sin
And life goes on learning to never give in
So I'm ready to start
But that's when I end