Exit the Man With Nine Lives

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You've Got Foetus on Your Breath

You've Got Foetus on Your Breath is the musical project of English musician and composer J.G. Thirlwell. Thirlwell has been creating music under this name since the early 1980s, blending various genres such as industrial, post-punk, and experimental music. more »

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1982

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This is an advertisement for disaster
You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth
I mo' blow my nose on your hankering
This is the third and final bout

If you're getting in then I'm getting out
This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
I want to vent my spleen on the american dream
And soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man
Exit the man with nine lives

You get on my wick  well get off it
I'm going to burn the candle at both ends
I fell like I'm stuck in a maze meant
With all dead ends
And I wonder where this all extends

This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
I want to vent my spleen on the american dream
And soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man the man with nine lives

This is the most transparent thing
That I ever didn't see
Spending all the time trying to think up things for the autobiography
Don't I know you from somewhere before?
Weren't you a tonic to the nation?
When I saw you last, weren't you framed
By somebody else's latest croatian?

You really know how to pollute a guy
You really know how to dilute a guy
You really know how to pollute a guy
You really know how to dilute a guy
You really know how to pollute a guy
You really know how to dilute a guy

This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
Fraternise patronise deodorise sanitise
It's Not dirty but the name is mud
I want to vent my spleen on the american dream
Not soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man with nine lives

You wouldn't look so damned surrealist
If you didn't have an apple on your face
You're a blemish in my mind
A pockmark on the human race

Waste of space, waste of space, waste of space, waste of space, waste of space

This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
Fraternise patronise deodorise sanitise
Mind a drought face a flood
I want to vent my spleen on what I've seen
Not soak the lens in vaseline

Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man

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