Death the Bludgeoner

Eats like a horse, drinks like a camel
A lying sack of shit on every channel
She swims like a flute, plays it soft and hateful
I swallow her dust, she's no Marianne or Faithfull

There's never a break, a pausing for breath
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

She thunders like Zeus, Epiphone or epic
Cudgels and clubfeet, a legendary all-too-septic
Corps of dead corpses, omnipotent wench
Shovels and pitchforks, a lovelier rosy stench

There's never a break, a pausing for breath
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death

She steals like a church, what a sad tormentor
Money and murder, thumbs down for every senator
Sage of the stagecoach, who's as dumb as a gun
All across the world, we're still number one

There's never a break, a pausing for breath
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death
In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death