Motherfucker Lyrics - Sol Invictus - Faith No More

Force fed more than we eat in the wild 

Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child 

Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style 

Moistened in the feed while we choke upon the bile 

Corner in the market on the geese without the bones 

Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone 

The cage became collapsible 

Our sticks equipped with stones 

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone 

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone 

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone 

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone 

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone 

Hello Motherfucker 

My lover 

You saw it coming 

Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain 

A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains 

Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked pain 

Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold 

We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones 

The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown 

The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones 

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone 

Hello Motherfucker 

My lover 

You saw it coming 

Goodbye Motherfucker 

My lover 

You had it coming 

(Get the mother fucker on the phone) 

(Get the mother fucker on the phone) 

(Get the mother fucker on the phone) 

(Get the mother fucker on the phone) 

(Get the mother fucker on the phone) 

(Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone)