Spiritual Cramp Lyrics - Death Club: 1981-1993 - Christian Death

Incurable disease on the day of rest 

I go walking on water in a sea of incest 

I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest 

I can't leave home without my bulletproof vest 

Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon 

Fighting with scorpions, tied round my neck 

I hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose 

Children use their fingers instead of words 

Crosses burn our temples on Slaughter Avenue 

It takes too much time for me to say, "I refuse" 

Time is digging graves for the chosen few 

Children digging graves for me and you 

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Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure 

Start your two day life on a two day vacation 

Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure 

Start your two day life on a two day vacation 

Spiritual cramp going for my ribs, those gangsters toting guns 

Are shooting spikes through my wrist 

Children use their fingers instead of words 

Fingers bury children under the boards 

I can die a thousand times, but I will always be here 

With the power skull, secrets of forgotten years 

The hangman's noose is drenched, with bloodstained tears 

My hands are the killers that confirm my fears 

Jesus, won't you touch me? Come into my heart 

Where the hell are you when the fire starts? 

I'm using my fingers, instead of words 

I'm using my fingers, instead of words 

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On a mission of the Father, to reduce the gates of Hell 

The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell 

I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast 

Satan is by far the kindest beast