Strip The Soul

This is my home, this is my own,

We don't like no strangers

Raise the kids good, beat the kids good

And tie them up

Spread it wide, my wife,my life,

Push the camera deeper

I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all

This machine is there to please

Strip the soul, fill the hole

A fire to feed, a belt to bleed

Strip the soul, kill them all

They are not gone, they are not gone,

They are only sleeping

In graves, in ways, in clay

Underneath the floor

Building walls, overalls, getting bored,

I got faulty wiring

Brick it up now, brick it up now,

But keep the bones

This machine is there to please

Strip the soul, fill the hole

A fire to feed, a belt to bleed

(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)

Strip the soul, kill them all

(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)

This machine is there to please

Strip the soul, fill the hole

This machine is there to please

Strip the soul, fill the hole

This machine is there to please

Strip the soul, fill the hole

This machine is there to please

Strip the soul, fill the hole

Strip the soul, fill the hole

Strip the soul, kill them all