THE LORD WEIRD SLOUGH FEG LYRICS

1. Trick The Vicar

Tricking the Vicar
It's a bad habit, alarming the abott
Who bears the mark of the beast?

Baffle the Bishop
He will allow you no peace in the village
While we're disturbing the priest

Out of the frying pan, into the friar
Sins of the father are preached to the choir
Usurp the Eucharist eulogy using my blood

Tricking the Vicar
Puns in the papacy perplex the pontif
Who Bears the mark of the beast?

Dazzle the deacon
What unholy boister goes on in the cloister
While we're disturbing the priest?

Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Pawns of the pulpit give into desire
Voices of villainy vibrate the Vatican walls

2. The 95 Thesis

Some hide in sophistry but you had the gall
And nailed your thesis to the capital wall
Any indulgences you shun them all
As lightning strikes the word of faith will fall

Alone in guilt you crafted your private hell
Your bowels wont open for your soul to expel
The day is coming God betrayed your cause
But night will fall and you can count his laws

Those nights of savagery that came at a price
You ask for reason to be your sacrifice
And when you found a fate was worse then hell
For petty charlatans with truth to sell

3. Materia Prima

4. Free Market Barbarian

5. Lycanthropic Fantasies

Creeping round the graveyard
As the dawn grows near
When the full moon rises
Fangs and claws appear

Dressed in rags with rosaries
Hanging from the cross

Can't be found in nature
Can't be found in dreams
Near the mausoleum
Drowning violent screams

Dressed in rags with rosaries
Covering the scars

Lycanthropic fantasies
Dancing in the stars

Oh your body is bending down
Oh your body's descending down

Can't be found in nature
Can't be found in dreams
Near the mausoleum
Drowning violent screams

Dressed in rags with rosaries
Covering the scars

Lycanthropic fantasies
Dancing with the stars

Oh your body is bending down

6. Ask The Casket

7. Heavyworlder

8. The Tell-Tale Heart

[Alan Parsons Project cover]

9. Kon-Tiki

Hiding underground, Vanquished from the sound
Sheltered from the din, Orchestra within
Hiding in the trees, Battling the breeze
Running on the wind, (Sepulcher?) within

History began, In our native land,
With a native crew, Leaving from Peru
Binding of the reeds, Saddling the steeds
Harnessing the wind, Catastrophic Grin

Sailing, beneath an Inca Sun, for Viracocha
Maybe, a battle has been won, from Tangaroa

Carrying command, Through the bloody sands
Polynesian Kings, Ancient (shells and sticks?)
Tying up the rigs, Roasting of the pigs
Holding of the rods, Laughing at the Gods

So much, for missionary gods, and colonizers
Maybe, their prattle makes us proud, and much the wiser

(Harken?) all you Christian sailors, fighting for survival
Sacrifice the pilot, (May him rid me on his primal?)
Let the far winds blow, Let the waters drag you in
Let the earth grow cold, let (it hail us of its sin?)
Let the sun grow dark, and as violent as the sea
Let the far winds blow…

Carry on the south seas in a vagabondic squalor
Miracle of thunders and I (wouldn't carry water?)

Let the south winds blow, In the Polynesian Sea
Let the north land go, and the earth will set you free
Let the sky turn black, in (its voluntary creed?)
Let the waters drag you down (in torment?)

Let the far winds blow, Let the waters drag you in
Let the earth grow cold, Let (it heal us of man's sin?)
Let the sun grow dark, and as violent as the sea
Let the waters drag you down (in torment?)

Hiding Underground, Vanquished from the sound
Sheltered from the Din, Orchestra within
Hiding in the trees, Battling the Breeze
Running on the wind, (Sepulcher within?)

Sailing, beneath an Inca Sun, for Viracocha
Maybe, the battle has been won, for Tangaroa

10. Second Coming

11. Tactical Air War

THE LORD WEIRD SLOUGH FEG LYRICS