Sympathy For the Devil - Pig&Dan

Bodyhammer Bodyhammer

Brain burn smoulder

Soft head hard shoulder

I’ve eaten dirt from the shakin' shiver boys

I hid the hurts and my yellow liver voice

The night stick beats the prayer and the poise

My skin flicks at the sound of my voice

Another pound «put it on the yoke»

While a miscarriage of justice is lost on the ropes

Bodyhammer I’m lost on the ropes

Bodyhammer I’m lost on the ropes

Bodyhammer I’m lost on the ropes

This is the eve of agony and ecstasy

This is the seed of terror times and tyranny my odyssey

I can do anything

This is the down of lunacy our legacy

This is the root of vacancy and bigotry

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

I can do anything

I can see everything

I can do anything

I can see everything

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

Give me the skin

Give me the trouble

Give me the skull

Give me the bottle

I can do anything

I can see everything

I can feel anything

See there before the strutting state again revealed

The oldest hate justifies and sanctifies its single aim to kill and maim

This is the eve of agony and ecstasy

This is the seed of terror times and tyranny my odyssey

This is the down of lunacy our legacy

This is the root of vacancy and bigotry

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

Bodyhammer

I can’t think I can’t feel

I can’t see what the fuck is real

There’s something burning in my skull

There’s something burning on my skin

There’s something burning in my skull

There’s something burning on my skin

This is the prime of punishment

This is the time of pestilence

This is the ink inside my head

The crumb of crime from which I’m fed

There’s something burning in my skull

There’s something burning on my skin

This is the prime of punishment

This is the time of pestilence

This is the ink inside my head

The crumb of crime from which I’m fed

There’s something burning in my skull

There’s something burning on my skin

There’s something burning in my skull

There’s something burning on my skin