Descent into the Inferno

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Foetus

Foetus is the primary musical outlet of industrial music pioneer J. G. Thirlwell. Until 1995 the band underwent various name changes, all including the word foetus. Monikers adopted at different times include Foetus Under Glass, You've Got Foetus On Your Breath and Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel. After 1995 the name permanently became Foetus, though the related project The Foetus Symphony Orchestra was founded in 1997 and continues. more »

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1985

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Another hungover morning
In the bottom of the Black Lagoon
Purgatory disguised as a room with a view
I used to be in heaven looking down
Now I know the inferno from the inside
And you can't see out them windows (ooh)
And smoke gets in your eyes
And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry

An obscene sprawling landscape of nothing
And nothing is it's middle name
Meet you on the corner of nothing and nowhere
Where in hell is that?
So flat you can't see ten feet in front
I want everything to disappear
Give me an isolation tank
Make a withdrawal from my blood bank

And you can't see out them windows (ooh)
And smoke gets in your eyes
And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry

Give me another stiff one, and make it a double
I don't know when I've had enough
But I've never had enough, and I've never been bad enough
I need it, and I need it bad
And if it ain't bad, it ain't worth having
I ain't the most popular boy, I know
That's common knowledge in this town
I'm trying hard to DIY but everything is broken down

And you can't see out them windows (ooh)
And smoke gets in your eyes
And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry

Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, a boo bah bow
Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, a boo bah bow

Glory, glory hallelujah, you get what's coming to ya
You get a stomach tumor
You get a stake right through your heart, oh

Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, dah-dah-dah
Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don
Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, dah-dah-dah
Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don

I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face
Whatever happened to the human race?
What happened to the humanistic faith?
What happens to human waste?
I wanna get the hell out, but there ain't much hope of that
Fallen into the abyss, like a roach in a trap
There ain't a hope in Hades, there ain't a hope in hell
There ain't a hope in Hades, there ain't a hope in hell

I don't need a mother no more
I'd rather be an orphan, or a son of a bitch
Or a bastard son who's been dug up dead
Worms in eye sockets, holes in my head
Don't excavate if you ain't diggin' for gold
'Cause it's a long way up when you're six feet under
Under a pile of human debris
A life full of lies and shit and rubble
You wanna save yourself the trouble

And you can't see out them windows (oh)
And smoke gets in your eyes (ah)
And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry

Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, a boo bah bow
Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, a boo bah bow

Gory, glory hallelujah, you get what's comin to ya
You get a stomach tumor
You get a stake right through your heart
It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do, uh

Starin' into a waste of space
Bring on the monotony, bring on the lobotomy
And make it a double, and make it a pact
I've had more than I can stand, an hors d'oeuvre of maniac
I've had more fun in an iron lung
I'm cancelling my next birthday
I m gonna wait till the witching hour
Then watch my life come tumblin' down
The moon's so full it's spilling over
There ain't a hope in Hades, there ain't a hope in hell
It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do

And you can't see out them windows
And smoke gets in your eyes
Eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry

Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, a boo bah bow
Spuddla-dah woo-wah, a diddly don, a boo bah bow

Glory, gory hellelujah, you get what's coming to ya
You get a stake right through ya, through ya
Get a stake right through your heart
It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do
No, it ain't very pretty what a town without pity can do
Descend, descend, descend
Descend, descend, descend

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