Hoist The Black Flag (and Begin Slitting Throats) Lyrics

Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus Hoist The Black Flag (and Begin Slitting Throats)

baby got up and sung jazz tunes i knew.
we cursed the damned architects when they were at failure
and we watched the walls crumble.
spit on my shoes, bathe me in flies – let me shout aloud
“I used you prostitute”.
we rode in with blood on our hands and left as
businessmen.