THE INSECT GOD by THE MONKS OF DOOM
The insect god
What has become of Millicent Frastley?
What has become of Millicent Frastley?
A silent and glittering black motor drew up
What has become of Millicent Frastley?
The Frastleys grew sick with apprehension
Police with their truncheons and notebooks descended
The car after hours and hours of travel
... and hope started to languish
The child was removed to a ballroom whose hangings
They stung her and stripped off her garments and lastly
And then it was that little Millicent Frastley
Chang
(Instrumental)
Let's Split
Everything about this party's gone out
Everyone is down in the whole damn town
Let's split
Nobody is right tonight
I'm down
Let's split
If it don't kill me
Roll me along
I headed straight for the heart of the gold coast
I was wrapped in the arms of sickness
Roll me along
I was pulled out of the cold cold ground
By the light of a dimming bulb
Won't you take me back in time
Pops from a box in the cold, cold ground but he didn't see his shadow
Just two thousand more years to go
Roll me along
Who are the brain police?
What will we do, we let you go home
What will we do, the label's come off
It's God, I see God
Who are the brain police?
What will you do, the people you knew?
I'm sorry to hear that
Is there any hope that she is still alive?
Why haven't they found her?
It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.
Last seen alone playing at the edge of the park
There was no one with her to keep her from straying away
And she wandered off into the oncoming dark
To where she sat nibbling grass
And an arm with two elbows then held out a tin filled with cinnamon balls
And beckoned the youngster in
Old feelings of horror, resentment and pity
... things which so seldom turn out for the best
As the last of the light died out in the west,
The car unobserved sped away from the city
Which a heavy tea only increased
Though they felt it was scarcely genteel to mention the loss of the child
They phoned in the police
On the haunts of the underworld
In spite of their efforts, they ended with nothing
They could not find the girl
Arrived at a gate in an endless wall
It pulled up the drive and stopped on the gravel
At the foot of a vast and crumbling hall
It soon was replaced by all manner of fear
The family twisted their fingers in anguish
And got them all damp with the flow of their tears
And mirrors were streaked with a luminous slime
They lept through the air with their buzzings and twangings
To work themselves up to their ritual crime
They sucked inside a kind of a pod
And then it was that little Millicent Frastley
Was sacrified to the Insect God
Was sacrified to the Insect God
I'm out
You're out
She's out
They're out
Oh everyone is out
I'm out
Your out
Let's split
I'm telling you this is it!
I'm down
You're down
She's down
They're down
Oh everyone is down
I'm down
Your down
Let's split
I'm telling you this is it!
I'm telling you this is it!
Bright light
I'm tight
She's tight
They're tight
You're tight
Oh it isn't right
You're out
I'm out
I'm telling you this is it!
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
If it don't make me stronger, it lay me down to sleep
And landed right in the heart of the city night
One more kid from a sleepy town
I just about got it right
With my fever running through my head
Way too young to be worried yet
But old enough to pay my debts
You know I'm old enough to pay my debts
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
And they slapped me so that I could breathe
And I know the good lord gave me eyes
Surely so the blind could see
The pages of the book of lies
Deep in the heartland one cold night
The epidemic started nationwide
We were dropping like flies well before our time
A yellow-ribbon inquisition on a cocaine high
And it seems like we finally got it right
To the good old days
When the sun revolved around the Earth?
Woe is me
Oh no
Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years ago
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
If it don't make me stronger, it lay me down to sleep
And the plastic's all melted, and so is the phone
Who are the brain police?
And the plastic's all melted, and the chrome is too soft
Sometimes I want to be a little girl...
Where the plastic that melted, and the chromium too?
Who are the brain police?
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