Miserere Songtext
von Kiss the Anus of a Black Cat

No one sings, his hands lay bare,
Still the Ghoul bares teeth.
These bits of dust are gray.
To want is golden.
And the Wandering Jew,
The flowers are dust.
To breathe is not enough.
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong


Slowly now, weariness talks in.
This is misery.
And the wicked rain
Gives a wicked treat.
Dawn has yet to come,
The flowers in flame.
So move around or sleep in shit.
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong

Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong
Come and do wrong