Kliff holds down the bottom then it's Grg with a pick and a slide
Larz starts to burn through a ticket to ride
Then we get to the bottom of sorrow-yeah!
Do you, don't you want me to hate you
Planting seeds beyond my fate-ooh
Anger, that is the answer
You may be a lover but you aint no thrasher, no
Helvester of skelter….
Do you, don't you want me to shoot in
Distributor of pain, let the beatings begin
Anger, that is the answer
You may be a lover, you aint no thrasher….
Nelson's said all their prayers
I'm going to invade their nightmares
See into my eyes
Now you'll find where murder lies…infanticide
Helvester of skelter….
Language of the mad!
