Ambulance Chaser Songtext
von Vendetta Red

In fiscal flight from the ravenous, cavernous
Orifice, asphyxiated form
Washed in wolf′s blood, a sterile pantomime
Pardoning parts the trial of your womb

So the wind cools, cough and spit into your palm
With charitable charms and
Slap the bad man's wrist, insist his arm

Do the math, the path, it′s a narrow one
It led me down to a cold and shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph
"Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"


To the vexin' that is hex
Annexed inanimate
His glorious distresses
Serve the ripe, full, and raw
So fraught, undressed

Semi-conscious concentration
Christmas cards and suffocation
(What did you think?)
Ambulances, vacant bodies
(What did you think?)
Tires squealing, sirens wailing
(What did you think?)
(What did you think?)

Semi-conscious concentration
Christmas cards and suffocation
Ambulances, vacant bodies
Tires squealing, sirens wailing