Song Description
Sitting in a flat in Hackney with Hawkwind on the stereo and a pirate drum and bass station blasting in through the window. Add Hank Marvin on something that makes PCP seem like aspirin and you have it.
| Song Length |
3:28 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Punk |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Exultant |
Subject |
God, Church |
| Similar Artists |
Motorhead, The Sex Pistols |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
He's a hellfire preacher, a heretic reacher
He'll kick a hole through the walls of your soul and he's very pleased to meet you.
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of the risen Son
Be ye alive or be ye dead man cannot live alone by bread.
When you feel your spirit sinking and run into the ground,
It's not only wishful thinking, you can burn it all down.
Little girls striking matches, fascinating how quick it catches,
Don't go buy a Gameboy, a flame thrower will bring you joy.
Staring down a standing quarter mile waiting for the lights
Engine racing harder, burning rubber, racing through the night
Suck squeeze bang blow, watch that nitrous oxide flow
A flicker green, the crowd unseen, airshifter pumping two, three