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Thursday 14th January 2010 - Comments (1) - Add A Comment
Example of Steve Albini's dark, dark humour - of the day

It must have been the broken boiler and subsequent lack of shower and subsequent bad mood that made me laugh at these lyrics as I got off the train this morning.

(From Track 1 of 1000 hurts by shellac)

To the one true God above:

here is my prayer -

not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.

(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).

There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.

Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blow

to the base of her neck,

where her necklaces close,

where her garments come together,

where I used to lay my face...

That's where you oughta kill her,

in that particular place.

Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.

Yes I do, I want it to,

fucking kill him but first

make him cry like a woman,

(no particular woman),

let him hold out hope that someone or other might come

then fucking kill him

Fucking kill him.

Kill him already, kill him.

Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,

Kill him already, kill him.

Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,

Kill him already, kill him.

Just fucking kill him! Fucking kill him,

Fucking kill him already, kill him.

Ah Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,

Kill him already, kill him.

Kill him already, kill him already

Kill him, fucking kill him.

Just fucking kill him, fuckin kill him,

Kill him already, kill him.

Fuckin kill him, kill him,

Fucking kill him already, kill him.



Kill him, fucking kill him,

Kill him, just fucking kill him.

Kill them already, kill them already,

Kill him.

Amen.

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