TWO HUNDRED TWENTY VOLTS
FINGERS ON THE PLUG
GET READY TO PLAY TO THE CHESNUTGAME
SHOCK IN VEINS,
RIGHT HAND STUCK UP IN HOLES OF FAME , AND LEFT ONE THUMB UP
I FEEL MY EYES POPPIN'OUT MY FACE
TOTALLY TENSE, A LICHTENBERG ON SKIN
I'TS SUCKS! NOW I'M DEAD AND AWAY
I LEFT THIS SHINDIG FOR THIS CLOUDIEST PLACE!
THAT'S PISS ME OFF! TWO CRIPPLED COME ON MY WAY
A RED DRESSED BOY AND HIS BEARDED PAL GAY, THEY TOLD ME:
«WHY DON'T YOU NEVER PLAY CHESS? AND ALWAYS CHOOSE THE ROAD TO DEAL WITH DEATH?»
I SAID TO THEM «FUCK! I'M NOT A PAWN OR A KNIGHT YOU CAN ROQUE»
THEY KICKED ME DOWN, AND I JUST GOT BACK IN THE GAME
TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND VOLTS, LICKING ALL THE WIRES
I WANT TO EXPLOSE MY RECORD/ TEN-SION
RAGGED SKIN, MOLTEN BONES,
MY BRAIN IS COMIN'OUT MY SOCKET/ TEN-SION
MY HEART IS ON FIRE LIKE INDIANA JONE’S RITUAL,
THE BLACKOUT WILL GET SOON
I FEEL MY SOUL GETTING OUT MY CHEST
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020