Batter Face Songtext
von Punching Swans

He stalks his prey from afar. It′s his first time out
Hiding behind bins or whatever, it doesn't matter
He has a killer instinct but it′s a redundant feature
Closing the distance he checks his mask
It's looked better

Face is drying out, it's starting to crack
He runs back to add some more from his vat
Grabs a flask, fills it up
If there′s any left he might batter his old fella

He puts the batter on his face
He put the batter on his face

Better get planning for his next manoeuvre


Months have gone by, excitement has dipped
He′s anxious but better equipped
What should he do? He needs a kill
And then it hit him

ARRRRGGHHHH
He deep fried his own head
But never hurt anyone
Crispy features in oil
And now the mystery deepens...

After his death as it turns out
Lots of people choked that night
Served with chips, crispy bits
Had more victims in death... than life

He is now in a plaice...
He is now in a PLAICE
He's now in a plaice... of rest