Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
Bloody Hammers
There's a ticking in my head
Fuse is burning
No words can be said
Worm is turning
Oh if only you knew
My venom for you
Your face I deplore
My patience is worn
Can’t take no more
I can't wait any goddamn longer
I spit on your corpse
I can't wait any goddamn longer
I spit on your corpse
So many times before
I’d grin and bear it
You should have hit the floor
I dream about it
Oh if only you knew
My venom for you
Your face I deplore
My patience is worn
Can't take no more
I can't wait any goddamn longer
I spit on your corpse
I can't wait any goddamn longer
I spit on your corpse
It’s meant to be a little nihilistic humor. It’s about fantasizing that someone you really don’t like finally dies and you don’t have to deal with them anymore. Like the saying “I’ll dance on your grave,” or whatever. The title was lovingly lifted from Al Adamson’s 1974 exploitation film, but the ti...