Welcome To Plainfield, Tobe Hooper lyrics

Song information

Artist: Showbread
Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical

Lyrics

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles
Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic
Echoing in hollow fuit are orders sent with love to you
To serve a will more shallow still than paramecium

I'll bet your hands are beautiful
I'm sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
The world is ugly and it's true
I'll bet your hands are beautiful
I'm sure your head is beautiful
But the world is ugly
The world is ugly even after you

Invertebrates now contemplate
Your lavishing and humble service
All set to hide behind the guise
That this empty thing can't hurt us
Sensationalized for virgin eyes
It's graphic, it's disturbing
And it's worse still to think it's real
Degrading and unnerving