Lyrics to Corpus Crispy
I saw a seagull eat the sun
It barely melted on its tongue
The fishing nets were filled with gold
From sunken galleon's crusty hole
The Spanish dancers twirled in time
To mariachis on the shoreline
Chickens cooking on a spit
In Corpus Crispy
The empty streets were hot as hell
The painted skies were battered blue
The ocean changed from green to red
As creatures walked up on the shore
Testing out their arms and legs
The festering inside their heads
The fat man rolls, the blind man begs
In Corpus Crispy
Body of a holy one
Body grow from boy to man
The girl's belly swell with heat
Her mother's baking pies
In Corpus Crispy
Oh money
Oh Beelzebub
Oh daddy
How they made you pay
Now I am you and you are me
Down here
In Corpus Crispy
I wrestled with the devil's son
I broke a horn off in my hand
I stabbed him in his beating heart
Below the badge upon his chest
They hold me off, they lock me up
Murder one, a banshee's treat
They got no sympathy for me
In Corpus Crispy
Body of a holy one
Body grow from boy to man
The girl's belly swell with heat
Her mother's swatting flies
In Corpus Crispy
I saw a seagull eat the sun
It barely melted on its tongue
The fishing nets were filled with gold
From sunken galleon's crusty hole
The Spanish dancers twirled in time
To mariachis on the shoreline
Now I'm that chicken on the spit
In Corpus Crispy
In Corpus Crispy
In Corpus Crispy
It barely melted on its tongue
The fishing nets were filled with gold
From sunken galleon's crusty hole
The Spanish dancers twirled in time
To mariachis on the shoreline
Chickens cooking on a spit
In Corpus Crispy
The empty streets were hot as hell
The painted skies were battered blue
The ocean changed from green to red
As creatures walked up on the shore
Testing out their arms and legs
The festering inside their heads
The fat man rolls, the blind man begs
In Corpus Crispy
Body of a holy one
Body grow from boy to man
The girl's belly swell with heat
Her mother's baking pies
In Corpus Crispy
Oh money
Oh Beelzebub
Oh daddy
How they made you pay
Now I am you and you are me
Down here
In Corpus Crispy
I wrestled with the devil's son
I broke a horn off in my hand
I stabbed him in his beating heart
Below the badge upon his chest
They hold me off, they lock me up
Murder one, a banshee's treat
They got no sympathy for me
In Corpus Crispy
Body of a holy one
Body grow from boy to man
The girl's belly swell with heat
Her mother's swatting flies
In Corpus Crispy
I saw a seagull eat the sun
It barely melted on its tongue
The fishing nets were filled with gold
From sunken galleon's crusty hole
The Spanish dancers twirled in time
To mariachis on the shoreline
Now I'm that chicken on the spit
In Corpus Crispy
In Corpus Crispy
In Corpus Crispy
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