Death In Midsummer - Cattle Lyrics

I've come to call
On a priest
To keep me wise
To keep me pleased
You went to fall
Down On your knees
To clasp your hands
But you slid beneath

Oh no don't tie me to your cross
I'll pass on the torture but your still the boss
Oh no don't tie me to your victory pole
Don't make me wave a flag I can't hold

I'm a preacher
Yelling for you
No I'm a teacher
Writing it out for you
You're a beseecher
You want your baby back
He's now their biggest feature
You won't get him back

Oh master don't cross me out
I'll be a good dog you know what I'm about
There's nothing clearer to me than a bucket of blood
Except a noble sow f*cking in the mud

I'll give you my youth
My fervour and my couth
I'll give you my all
My pleasure on call
I'll drink from your flood
Oh let me be your mutt
I'll let you deprave
My open grave
If you let me

Remind me what I am
Who I was
Weld my chain
Keep me safe
With the pain