We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Bitch

from Yalta by Fyrce Muons

/

lyrics

Christ your lord, going Christ your lord
See the knights on the blades of swords
Oh I want a savior in your Christ the lord
You’re a liar genuflect your Christ the lord
Christ your lord, say your Christ the lord
Got to be my worst enemy
You have every wallow in your Christ the lord
Be the stinging nettle in my Christ the lord

Twist your ways hollow in the summer time
Wish your days haven’t had a bitch this time

Fell to earth your smell is reason
Fell to earth is gone to pieces
Down to earth you say it’s real
Down to earth you say you feel

Christ the lord, fall upon the sword
Take a step towards the bitter ford
Carry me into the land of bitches’ gruel
Stab me with the words of simple acid gruel
Cry a lot, you will cry a lot
Christ your lord, to your Christ the lord
Simple stops of energy towards something wrong
Generate a louder message something’s gone

Twist your ways hollow in the summer time
Wish your days haven’t had a bitch this time

credits

from Yalta, released October 1, 2013

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

contact / help

Contact Fyrce Muons

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Fyrce Muons, you may also like: