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Foetus

Foetus is the primary musical outlet of industrial music pioneer J. G. Thirlwell. Until 1995 the band underwent various name changes, all including the word foetus. Monikers adopted at different times include Foetus Under Glass, You've Got Foetus On Your Breath and Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel. After 1995 the name permanently became Foetus, though the related project The Foetus Symphony Orchestra was founded in 1997 and continues. more »

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1985

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The waiting becomes torture
Distractions become bliss
Futility's a luxury 
When you sleep in blood sperm vomit and piss
Huddling to the dead for support
Jacking off for warmth
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags
The payoff's always been over the ridge 
And the pot of gold is full of shit
Now hi-ho, hi-ho 
It's off to work we go
Another merry go-down
Go-down go-down go-down
Go-down go-down go-down

I seen a prisoner without a clause
Living on a diet of dirt and water
Being slapped and sliced because 
She didn't happen to agree with the war-den
(He had an itchy trigger finger)

Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull
Militantly hankering for something never done
High school memories, once a folly
Are now reality due to sheer lack of present
Death without a trial, dyin' ain't a trial 
Dying ain't a curse but living sure is worse
Each experience becomes my epilogue

Countin' My ribs for the thousandth time
Dyin' on a diet of gruel and grime
They fall down, they don't rise again
Where the women are trodden and forgotten are men
They're giving birth to orphans
Black-Jew glue
The air is old, the comments are cold
I'm covered in lice and scabs and mold
My days are numbered, I'm in a daze
The door creaks open, the whole room prays
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator

I hear the sweet sound of syringes 
Crushed underfoot
See who set the home fires burning
See who set the husbands burning
Make the accusation stick
Morale is thin, the air is thick
Hard earned self-esteem 
Goes up in a puff of smoke
I'm waitin' to die
I'm waitin to die
To much of a coward to snuff myself
Guess I'll just have to suffer myself

Countin' My ribs for the thousandth time
Dyin' on a diet of gruel and grime
They fall down, they don't rise again
Where the women are trodden and forgotten are men
They're giving birth to orphans
Black-jew glue
The air is old, the comments are cold
I'm covered in lice and scabs and mold
My days are numbered, I'm in a daze
The door creaks open, the whole room prays
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator

Shoulder to shoulder to detonator
Enter the exterminator
Shoulder to shoulder to detonator
Enter the exterminator

Terminate
Terminate
Terminate
Terminate

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