Christ, My Leg Is Sore Songtext

i realize that all of you watch tv and read newspapers and are shiny new, well adjusted civilians, but all i really see is a parade of grey citizens supporting a two-point bloodthirsty plan set to the sounds of brains splattering on walls and fingers tooling around in freshly severed sockets and the faint humming of someone gurgling skull fragments in another part of the house! this practice runs on electricity, gas, deadly fluids, and urine! and apparently burns clean enough to clear your fucking conscience.