The Fugs
I Command the House of the Devil
I Command the house of the devil
Killers and characters [?], butchers and freaks
Dope dealers [demons?] and creeps
A goddess of the cancer sits on the left
The king of napalm lives on the right
The hound of vortex [?] sucks [sits?] in the center
Eating our brains in the night
The phantoms fade in the sewage
The war fires burst in the right [bright?]
A heartbeat better than serum
Our backs and bodies will shake
Wings tear off our cancer and meat
Life without hope
Death without dead
The presidents sits in his jukebox and wicks [wakes?]
The king of the napalm, the goddess of the cancer
And moves all the land
And roaches of ... [?] sting every hand
I command the house of the devil
A fried freak scream
With metal screeching
And the king of napalm buzz [?] off her skin
Pray [?] goddess [conference?] of the murder
Burn up the house of the devil
I command the house of the devil
Killers and characters [?], butchers and freaks
Dope dealers and creeps
A goddess of the cancer sits on the left
The king of napalm lives on the right
The hound of vortex [?] sucks [sits?] in the center
Eating our brains in the night
The phantoms fade in the sewage
The war fires burst in the right [bright?]
A heartbeat better than serum
Our backs and bodies will shake
Wings tear off our cancer and meat
Life without hope
Death without dead
The presidents sits in his jukebox and wicks [wakes?]
The king of the napalm, the goddess of the cancer
And moves all the land
And roaches of ... [?] sting every hand
I command the house of the devil
A fried freak scream
With metal screeching
And the king of napalm buzz [?] off her skin
Pray, goddess [conference?] of the murder
Burn up the house of the devil
Burn up the house of the devil