Cold Day in Hell - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

If Moses had heard about this

There would've been another commandment:

"Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver

When all thine fat is in the fire"

This isn't the melody that lingers on

It's the malady that malingers on

There's the Devil to pay, he can keep the change

I can't stand the thought of another cold day

I ain't got a Chinaman's chance in limbo

[Verse 2]

Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding

Mass debating

Mass existence is the cause of my problems

Gotta choose between suicide and genocide

I've been impaled by the sins of World War Two

Can't sleep for the skins of six million Jews

I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform

Or a good night's sleep

All hell breaks loose

[Chorus]

The jig is up, my fate is sealed

I'm stood on the gallows again

The inscription on my tombstone reads "Wish you were here!"

I died every night for a thousand years

The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my carcass

The rhythmic crunch of bone

Crucifixion has become my addiction

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in hell

[Verse 3]

When it's one man against the world

I shouldn't have so much time to complain

I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute

After I jumped from the astral plane

No escape from four stone slimy walls

I built up while trying to knock them down

Death warrant, death watch, death rattle, death's door

Ain't I died enough before?

Deliver me from this treachery

Deliver me from this agony

Stop trying to make a man of me

I ain't got the raw materials, see?

[Chorus]

The jig is up, my fate is sealed

I'm stood on the gallows again

The inscription on my tombstone reads "Wish you were here!"

I died every night for a thousand years

The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my carcass

The rhythmic crunch of bone

Crucifixion is my addiction

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in hell

[Verse 4]

I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint of Babel

And all of my death cards are on the table

I met my maker and I don't like what I see

Medusa is fondling me

Blut und Boden are strictly verboten

It's a classic case of mort subite

But what I thought was the quickest solution

Turned out to be satanic destiny

All hell breaks loose

[Chorus]

The jig is up, my fate is sealed

I'm stood on the gallows again

The inscription on my tombstone reads "Wish you were here!"

I died every night for a thousand years

The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my carcass

The rhythmic crunch of bone

Crucifixion has become my addiction

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in hell