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Guts Lyrics
Artist: John Cale
Album: Slow Dazzle
The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife Did it quick and split Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy
And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner Quite operatic in its self disgust It blew him all over the living room floor Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot
Now suppose it was someone familiar Someone we all would know Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas? Familiar hyperbole
And there would go the secret plot The piss had missed the hole in the pot Like that ancient teenage dream From soul to poison soul to poison soul
Guts, guts, got no guts And stitches don't help at all Guts, guts, got no guts Holes in the body, holes in the legs Holes in the forehead, holes in the head Holes in the body, holes in the legs There should never be holes at all There should never be holes at all
So: kill all you want or more Make sure, do it right Dead is dead, and door nails forget And then you'll notice How the waster and the wasted Get to look like one another In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
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