Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
Throbbing Gristle
That's how the world
Looks to me
All final war
War time again
That’s what
I see
It's broken in my eyes
It's broken in my eyes
It’s a shithole
A real shithole
The rays of disease
An ancient disease
That's all world
That makes it work right
There's problems in our lives
That bring up a smile
But the ruman race
As it walks dead
Becomes pain deserved
The pundits of today
Sufficient
It's a game
To be beaten in blame
To be obliging in the blame
And you know how that
It knows not a thing
But this way aquirres
Including us
It doesn't really matter
The world is your
Oyster
To begin your land
To begin our reign
War pretty
Deserved disobey
There's no law you don't lnow here
In the human race
Racing
Towards cruelty
That means we should stay
The inclusion stay
But the world is a shell
A tiny tear
As we diseapear
The greed disapear
We could be nice people
Does it mean we should slay
Just the same life
It's just not enough
The human race
Is disgusting
It’s a disgusting race
To be eaten by flames
And turned into smoke
To make the sky look nice
To make the sky look pretty
So use pretty battery
From where I stand
In the world below
It’s a sick city
It's a sick city
The World Is a War Film was written by Throbbing Gristle.
The World Is a War Film was produced by Sinclair/Brooks.