Working Men's Club

by Working Men's Club

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released August 23, 2016



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Working Men's Club London, UK

Blackened punk from bloody London


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Track Name: Working Men's Club
No bullshit
Track Name: Solvent Abuse
My old friend
It's time to fail
You'll be forcing your head to the fucking rail

Old gods, old worlds
Old festering wounds
We'll blow away the rotten ruins

Strung-up witch resuscitator
Prowling priest annihilator
Guilt drenched Catholics in the aisle
Burning bodies in a pile

You magic men
It's never "nigh"
At least a god can fucking die

This soiled mouth like a barking dog's
Nothing to fear, just insect war

Jaws unhinged
Distended maw
Hold onto life
With tooth and claw
Track Name: Berserk
Let my skull ring like the chalice sundered
That hell has known while heaven wondered
Ancient caustic whispers sing
As the dread iron bell does ring

The mind overflows and the cup is broken
Behold the one true lord has spoken

Fear no god as you dance in the aisle
Sleep in the chapel on the funeral pile
Burn the church to the ground and feast on the ash
Spare us the chalice but welcome the lash
A minute of time for a minute of blood
Dust into gold and gold into mud
The ape that still rides on the spine's lowest ridge
The beast that you are that no knowledge resists

Death stands at your shoulder
Death clings to your back
Death in every corner
Death dressed all in black

A minute of time for a minute of blood
Dust into gold and gold into mud
Track Name: KNB
Rope to neck to beam to earth
All out of time, all out of breath
Rope to neck to beam to chair
You'll sweep the earth, you'll dance the air

And I might spare the skin
If you bring me the head
But I'll still take the spine
And the insides instead

I might spare the neck if you
Bring me
The head

Bring me the head

Where now the judge and the cross
That spurned the pariahs sins?
And I'll be the one, who's name you will curse
For the shackles they put you in