Filth Songtext
von IV and the Strange Band

Making love to mama in the bacon grease
Gonna find my home, gonna make my lease

St. Christopher laying down my neck
Ya gonna chew my ear, I′m gonna fuck your neck

I got cars and I got czars
Gonna tear my nails, I'm gonna lick your scars

Nothin′ much to lose if you've got nothin' to spare
Cracked up leather and sun-bleached hair
Out is all I′ve known, but weeds grow to stand
′Cause the weight of this world, they gonna blow like sin

Free coke party at Bologna Land
I ain't got no shame to give away or send

Making my coffee in a drainage ditch
Gonna shake your ass while I get rich

Open sores to settle scores
From eating window pane and screaming on my floor


Nothin′ much to lose if you've got nothin′ to spare
Cracked up leather and sun-bleached hair
Out is all I've known, but weeds grow to stand
′Cause the weight of this world, they gonna blow like sin

Open eyes to reach him through the sands
To question where you were with men
To know where you would stand and see
To burn it all to be with thee

To understand to go to breath
To try the work and go to see
To stand your ground and live a lie
To never know where you could try

To always be the other side
To know that you're the only guy
To know that you would sit and stand
To know the truth you feel inside

To understand where I would go
When I always take it to the show
To never know where I had been
To always see and know this sin

Digging my feet in the peanut shells
I was gonna taste your skin, gonna huff your smell


Licking that mud off my finger tips
I'm gonna stare you down while granny moves those hips

Propped right up upon the broken glass
Checking me for ticks while I bathe in ash