Standard (EADGBE)

You look in the mirror

You’re all skin and bone

You’re gonna die soon

I thought I should phone

Your stomach is bulging

And cannot take food

I think that their methods are

A little crude

They’ve severed

Most of your limbs

Your brain and eyesight

Are going dim

Well they’ve strangled you

‘Til your face went blue

I think that their methods are

A little crude

They cut off your ears

Pulled your nails out

You’ve answered all their questions

But they can still doubt

Well all your senses

They did delude

I think that their methods are

A little crude

Well they’ve shit in your shit in your

Shit in your face

Then dumped your body

Without a trace

Lacerated

and in the nude

I think that their methods are frankly

A little crude crude crude crude

Crude crude crude crude

Crude crude crude crude

Crude crude crude crude

Crude

Then when I asked your tormentors

Wasn’t it odd

They said no

We’re just doing

our job