Jak Tripper
Cattle Grid
[Intro]
Cattle Grid
Cattle Grid
Happy Halloween
Everybody OD yet or you're alright??...

[Verse 1]
I spent hours searching
For my love, I love her so much I killed her and keep her under my bed, wrapped in a shower curtain
I live next door, and mow the lawn and wave at your kids
Stay with a grin, with two different faces I hid
I work in the basements in butcher aprons and bibs
Playing with wigs of decapitated heads in front of the mirror, making them fit
Masturbating to it
You got some fucking nerve saying I'm sick
The first one is carved in my mind, harmless and kind
She was an artist, came back to my apartment for wine
Face to face strangulation, I could see her beating heart in her eyes
I threw up when she started to cry
I live with a carcass like "Look at my doll collection mom, pardon the flies"
A charmer, target the shy
Peace to Bad Karma and Diabolic
Smoke middle herb, pipes a hobbit
Kick white from Holland
Look at Jak, he won't get signed, the guys lop side on some odd shit
But the robots don't like demonic

[Hook]
Cattle grid, Cattle Grid

[Verse 2]
Yo
Gothic romances means, with forty five brunettes under the belt
[?] fresh trim
Sacrosanct vestiges next to a dead bitch
Skin lacks melanin, arms crossed, legs spread open and headless
Everyone grab a head on a stick, lets build a shrine
I killed kids with Wayne Williams asphyxiation stimuli
Colleges missing five, passenger seat missing fit for dimes
Picked up nine
Dumped in a pit to find
Revisited different sites
Sticks and leaves lifted, dig up hides
"Intercourse forbidden?" He thought, moving the ear wigs aside
He did it swatting flies, in a van sipping codeine, smoking crypt, sniffing white
Bundles of black sherm
Killed the youth from TV [?]
Got all the trackers, clips a [?]
Hit the commune soaking in spice and muscle relaxers

Huh?

[Outro]
You're all scared christians in a church
Burning in witching hours, hit the sour and I'm out