Lord Of The Trapdoor Songtext
This is an island for right-handed men
We're bringing back hanging and bringing back eggs
Every decision is somebody's head
Full suit of armour and a dribbling mess
And it damages us (underground)
And it cages us in (underground)
This is a whistle for only the dog
Can you believe you were nearly a dog?
We're bringing back hanging and bringing back eggs
Every decision is somebody's head
Full suit of armour and a dribbling mess
And it damages us (underground)
And it cages us in (underground)
This is a whistle for only the dog
Can you believe you were nearly a dog?
Yeah I need her
Only her
I need her
Armageddon!
Life isn't good for the underground man
Lord of the Trapdoor and Chief of the Clan
One detonation and maybe they clap?
Pray to the blubber and drown them in fat!
Yeah I need her
Only her
I need her
Am I getting warmer yet?
I'm so close
I need her
Armageddon!
Turning sunlight into flesh
Only her
I need her
Armageddon!
Life isn't good for the underground man
Lord of the Trapdoor and Chief of the Clan
One detonation and maybe they clap?
Pray to the blubber and drown them in fat!
Yeah I need her
Only her
I need her
Am I getting warmer yet?
I'm so close
I need her
Armageddon!
Turning sunlight into flesh
