Battlefield Amputation Songtext
von Curtis Eller’s American Circus

One, two, three, hey!

Lace up your dancin′ shoes little darlin'
I got bad news for Charles Darwin
Cut me a little slack, prohibition′s back
Listen brother, this ain't my heart attack
I'm not gonna get pushed around
By that gospel choir with their sweet sound
Just another black heart bleeding in the street
The brains, the brains they been hiding in the meat
Hey!

Won′t you grant me a stay of this execution, man?
Pull the plug on my electrocution
We need a worried man, someone sing this song
But I′m not gonna be worried long
Tell me someone gonna help me, please
Everybody's crazy with the same disease
We just need a little pressure release
Step back hold my jacket and my car keys


(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Gimme, gimme validation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Gimme Roosevelt′s voice on the radio station
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
I'm turning my back on this ungrateful nation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last chance, salvation
Battlefield amputation
All right!!

I need something to relieve my pain
J. Edgar Hoover and pink champagne
Jefferson Dais in that party dress
Going down to Mexico, Hell yes!
Well, there must be something wrong with my money
Sweet Jesus let me taste that honey
I was born in Detroit in 1968
The city fell apart but I feel great

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Spare me this aggravation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Get me back to my congregation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Gimme Rosevelt′s voice on the radio station
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last chance, salvation


(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Gimme gimmee Validation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
Gimmee Roosevelt's voice on the radio station
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, salvation)
I′m turning my back on this ungrateful nation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last chance, salvation
Battlefield amputation
Go!

(Salvation)
(Salvation)
(Salvation)
(Salvation)
(Salvation)