Throne Of Chaos - Break-a-neck lyrics

[Vocals: Taneli Kiljunen, French accent: Rasmus Nora] Crawlin? through the ruts and puddles of Gothamburg With an empty wallet and a broken jaw It was a bunch of Cuban f**s who beat me to the ground I swear that I won?t rest until Their wanton souls are circumcised On the way back home Jimmy black on the phone "I found your girl from the red light zone, She ain?t a pretty sigh no more. I think that you should come here, And check that things are right. This chick just might bail out" Stuff her in the trunk, I say She ain?t no good alive We can sell her spleen to the rich american With her shoelace necklace She?s the strangle fruit from the apple tree But now as strange as the red room Where lady day sings the blues Her vocal tract slit open She says: "Hey, what-the-heck, go break-a-neck"