Vas Te Faire Foutre

Hear the scratching coming out from the shadows
Hear the whispers in the wind
Feel the eyes watching you from the shadows
So still and pretend that you’re sleeping
I know, I know, I know, I know
That you want answers, I don’t have them
So fuck you
Hear a voice call your name from the shadows
Chills the bones beneath the skin
You have a choice, either axe or the gallows
Pull the wings off every deadly sin
I know, I know, I know, I know
That you want answers, I don’t have them
So fuck you
You know, you know, you seem to know
Fucking everything and so
I’m giving up, it’s time to go
Leave you here to die alone
Once you see you won’t believe
The bodies hanging down from trees
Once you hear you won’t forget
Gunshots sound out like tv sets
Receiver speaks to me in coded tragedy saying
We’ll be seeing you in hell
See you in hell
We’ll be seeing you in hell
So take a good look at yourself
You know you know you seem to know
Fucking everything and so
We’ll leave you here to die alone