Human Torch - Rocket From The Crypt

Ridin' on the backs

Of a wasted generation

Watch out for that blow hole

It kicks a lot of ass

13 years of licking

And not an ass to be found

I don’t need a dick, man

To make a hole in the ground

Lyin' on a bail

Of lies that cushion me

Just can’t bear another day

If I cannott see

There’s a man who spits up blood

And he knows my name

And he chews on broken glass

And it’s all the same

Here’s to you human torch

You’re so fucking lame

Here’s to you human torch

You’re so fucking lame

Part 2 of the novel

You’re dead but it’s all fine

He worked hard as a nail

But he won’t leave his wine

Bag your cousin

Sleep with your wounded niece

Stab your bitch mother

Comb your dirty fleece

There’s a guy who spits up blood

And he knows my name

And he chews on broken glass

But it’s all the same

Here’s to you human torch

You’re so fucking lame

Here’s to you human torch

You’re so fucking lame

Don’t write a book about it

Go and tout it

Dear de-hearted, ill-aparted

There’s a guy who spits up blood

And he knows my name

And he chews on broken glass

But it’s all the same

Here’s to you human torch

You’re so fucking lame

Here’s to you human torch

You’re so fucking lame

Don’t write a book about it

Go and tout it

Dear de-hearted, ill-aparted