Cold Day in Hell

If Moses had heard about it
There would've been another commandment
Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver
Whilst all thine fat is in the fireThis isn't the melody that lingers on
It's the malady that malingers on
There's the devil to pay, he can keep the change
I can't stand the thought of another cold dayI ain't got a Chinaman's chance in limboMass breathing, mass seething
Mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems
Gotta choose between suicide and genocideI've been impaled by the sins of World War Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million Jews
I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform
Or a good night's sleepAll hell breaks looseThe jig is up, my fate is sealed
I'm stood at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads
Wish you were hereI died every night for a thousand years
The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my carcass
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addictionI spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in HellWhen it's one man against the world
I shouldn't have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute
After I jumped from the astral planeNo escape from four stone slimy walls
I built up while trying to knock them down
Death warrant, death watch, death rattle, death's door
Ain't I died enough before?Deliver from this treachery
Deliver from this agony
Stop trying to make a man of me
I ain't got the raw materials, seeI'm a killer with a label and a blueprint
Of Babel and all of my dead, cards are on the table
I meet my maker and I don't like what I see
Medusa is fondling meBlut und Boten are strictly verboten
It's a classic case of mort sublite
But what I thought was the quickest solution
Turned out to be Satanic destinyAll hell breaks loose
All hell breaks looseI spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell