Trad Goth Music Challenge: Day 15

Day 15: A song you like to clean the house to.

Spiritual Cramp

Christian Death

Only Theatre Of Pain, 1982

Lyrics:

Incurable disease on the day of rest

Walking on water in a sea of incest

I've got an image of Jesus embedded in my chest

I can't leave home without my bullet proof vest

Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon

Fighting with scorpions tied around my neck

I hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose

Children using their fingers instead of words

Crosses burn your temples on slaughter avenue

It takes too much time to say 'I refuse'

Time is digging graves for the chosen few

Children dig graves for me and you

Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure

Start your two day life on a two day vacation

Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure

Start your two day life on a two day vacation

I've got a spiritual cramp going for my ribs

Those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes through my wrist

Children using their fingers instead of words

Fingers bury children under the boards

I can die a thousand times

But I will always be here with the power skull secrets of forgotten years

The hangman's noose is trenched with bloodstains of tears

My hands are the killer that confirms my tears

Jesus won't you touch me

Come into my heart

Where the Hell are you

When the fire starts?

I'm using my fingers instead of words

I'm using my fingers instead of words

On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of Hell

The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell

I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast

Satan is by far the kindest beast

This song is brilliant.

My favorite part of the lyrics is definitely:

I've got an image of Jesus embedded in my chest

I can't leave home without my bullet proof vest

This whole album, “Only Theatre Of Pain”, puts me in the mood to do things; mainly housework; I often listen to it as my shower playlist, as well. It takes me away.