Shit On The Liver

There's a thorn in my side

On a spastic two-headed dragon I ride

In the wind, on a night

I choke on the smoke of the church that I light

I hear the call, I carry sin

To the house of the holy one within

I empty cans, I flick my light

Burn myself in the church tonight

There's a curse on the wind

Shit on the liver again

Scream, die

My death and my funeral combined

Born of the wisdom of the ancient ghosts

The blood of the goat and the chalice we toast

To the win and the sin, unholy Odin

There's a place where the old souls gather to boast

Of the thrill, and the spill

And the victims that they kill

If they die in the fields

Then they die at our will

Corpse in the church

The priest and the mourners evoked

In the old, cold morning light

I choke on the smoke of the church that I light

There's a curse on the wind

Shit on the liver again

Scream, die

My death and my funeral combined