Тексты песен «Pigface»

the pig...face...no bones about'er a big master*?*...bring ugly woman and girls... she's so great...she *?*... ugly woman...pigface...come standing upright...*?* big master*?* above my head... big ugly woman...well...

got the tapeworm got the tapeworm, i want out against a razor, sharp and a-coming the spitting image phone sex keeps the drive alive and blows your brain phone sex keeps the drive alive and blows your brain ash covered...

got the tapeworm, I want out against a razor, sharp and acoming the spitting image phone sex keeps the drive alive and blows your brain ash covered eyes, a gut reaction a slow coffin, decide your fiction watch phone...

Have you seen? I have here is my hand As blue and cold as a meek star old and go for a pound - ten ground and down When the morning after coughs a grateful mile Curse the morning after tuesday's child Winking to the...

gonna tell you a story of some kind of a breakfast conspiracy breakfast in bed, sir? breakfast in bed, sir? ah, no thanks, not today in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position so that I may at...

gonna tell you a story; some kind of a breakfast conspiracy breakfast in bed, sir? breakfast in bed, sir? ah, no thanks, not today in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position so that I may at...

when i roam i come ugly hole the pigface...pigface...pigface... no bones about'er i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!] and leave when i leave oh i come... ugly hole the big bushmaster i go where i go and...

when i roam i come ugly hole the pigface...pigface...pigface... no bones about'er i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!] and leave when i leave oh i come... ugly hole the big bushmaster i go where i go and...

Gonna tell you a story; some kind of a breakfast conspiracy Breakfast in bed, sir? Breakfast in bed, sir? Ah, no thanks, not today In fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position So that I may at...

I tried that in my only room, I've thrown away the key to my only room circumstances have forced this path we haven't much time left (undecipherable) the uncollapsing breaks out of heaven (blah?) the aftergrowth, the...

I tried that in my only room, I've thrown away the key To my only room Circumstances have forced this path We haven't much time left (undecipherable) The uncollapsing breaks out of heaven (blah?) the aftergrowth, the...

I Hate You (repeat til you're blue in the...

Peter Frampton Sits alone in his shriveled black home(hole?) Searching his gruesomely mutated memory for some kind of clue As to the whereabouts of his penis He sits on baby, i love your way And slowly unbuttons his...

Cathy: Hi, my name is Cathy and I'd like to welcome you to the Psychic Advisor Martin: Hi Cathy C: Can I get your first name? M: Yeah, this is Martin C: Martin? M: Yeah C: OK, Martin, is there a particular area you...

they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor *?*...no while hey baby won't you come back to me now hey baby won't you come back...to me now a daydream, it's only cooked my soul watching the game,...

(on Glitch, titled Image of Red Cut in Half; poem about Peter Frampton(Who:)) Peter Frampton sits alone in his shriveled black home(hole?) searching his gruesomely mutated memory for some kind of clue as to the...

WAR ICH NICHT IMMER EIN GUTER JUNGE? ' Pigface War ich nicht immer ein guter Junge? War ich nicht immer scha?an und nett? Ich zerpfla?ackte niemals eine Spinne ' war niemals frech und stahl. Und auch das Schicksal...

you can speak the bigger eves are lies the silence burns you, you can close your eyes waiting to be over, to be over you can beat the bigot man the sucker of his slaves undecided, undecided, and injured out of place to...

you can speak the bigger eves are lies the silence burns you, you can close your eyes waiting to be over, to be over you can beat the bigot man the sucker of his slave to be over to be over the pain and again I'll make...

You have to get the consensus of the public. But you have not gotten the consensus of the public. Your music is rubbish; it's garbage. ...it's...