Toy Matinee - Turn It On Salvador lyrics

Turn it on, Salvador Drag the bound priest across the floor Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you Are you? Wake them up, shake 'em up d**h and a gala premiere Turn it on, Salvador Brutally offensive, but never a bore Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view Or two Bang them out, hang them up Nothing is what it appears Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? Time melts away while he tries to make the holes Turn it on, Salvador Turn it off, Salvador Holy rotting donkey carca** bu*terfly eeeeee Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck What the (some 15th century German word) (Some 15th century German word) Books are guns, biking nuns Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? Time melts away while he tries to make the holes Turn it on, Salvador Da da da da da da Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? Time melts away while he tries to make the holes Turn it on, Salvador