Motherfucker lyrics

Force fed more than we'd eat in the wild

Grazed on a mash that could suffocate a child

Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomp and style

Moistening in the feed while we choke upon the bile

Cornering the market on the geese without the bones

Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone

The cage became collapsable

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

Inoculating bastards, bloody pecked pain

Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold

We took the 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 in 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

• Artist:Faith No More
• Album:Sol Invictus (2015)