Foetus - Thank Heaven For Push Button Phones lyrics

Streams of ectoplasm pour from mouth Stare at effigy of Jesus Christ Blood starts to pour from its festering wounds Throw me throw me throw me around the room Felt, felt like bones being torn apart The old marshmallow in the moneybox trick Saw a face, not a face, a face behind A face behind a mask of plastic flowers Nine bone cheeks, acid bath, on railway tracks Raise - a - razor blade pie You should say I'd never imagine anything until I experience it Now I never wanna experience anything I can't imagine Never wanna get down on bleeding disasters Let it stick lust lick dust stick bile and bones Then I saw it in front of me a monument to technology THANK HEAVENS FOR PUSH bu*tON PHONES (THANK HEAVENS! THANK HEAVENS!) I cried from the house of Jesus I gotta face like a bag of bones Gotta race like a can of worms Not a trace of a crown of thorns Not a race of super-clones The air, the air in here is full of extension phones The air in here is full of extension phones 'Cos there's a rented phone to hang your head And there's gon' be some confrontations around here -THANK YOU LORD FOR PUSH bu*tON PHONES-