Lyrics Killing Joke

Killing Joke

Hosannas from the Basements of Hell

I harbour thoughts of killing you

pour petrol on you and then on me

but then i walk down the stairs

and killing joke waits for me there

then we play - go psycho

With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves

hosannas rising from the basements of hell

Anger that poisons my heart

eating your liver and heart

like voodoo just play until you bleed

lost in the noise i am free

i'm not a murderer yet

i'm not a murderer yet

With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves

hosannas rising from the basements of hell

i'm not a murderer yet

i'm not a murderer yet

i'm not a murderer yet

i'm not a murderer yet