A bed of rusty razors
The beat of my slipping mind
What the lost would savor
I just seem to leave behind
Evil always turns to blood
When it builds up in your head
Don't know what you're thinking of
Until you wind up dead
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
Not what I expected
Disappointment to return
Never too rejected
You're probably bound to crash and burn
Nobody wants to be alone
When they wanna fly
Lots of warm companions
Help you when you're high
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
I just might sit and stare all night
Wonder why what I'm doing wrong
Feels so right
A bed of rusty razors
The beat of my slipping mind
What the lost would savor
I just seem to leave behind
Evil always turns to blood
When it builds up in your head
Don't know what you're thinking of
Until you wind up dead
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
Go to Hell
Murder Jim Quimby - Taste of Hell Lyrics
Murder Jim Quimby - Taste of Hell Lyrics
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A bed of rusty razors
The beat of my slipping mind
What the lost would savor
I just seem to leave behind
Evil always turns to blood
When it builds up in your head
Don't know what you're thinking of
Until you wind up dead
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
Not what I expected
Disappointment to return
Never too rejected
You're probably bound to crash and burn
Nobody wants to be alone
When they wanna fly
Lots of warm companions
Help you when you're high
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
I just might sit and stare all night
Wonder why what I'm doing wrong
Feels so right
A bed of rusty razors
The beat of my slipping mind
What the lost would savor
I just seem to leave behind
Evil always turns to blood
When it builds up in your head
Don't know what you're thinking of
Until you wind up dead
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
Go to Hell
The beat of my slipping mind
What the lost would savor
I just seem to leave behind
Evil always turns to blood
When it builds up in your head
Don't know what you're thinking of
Until you wind up dead
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
Not what I expected
Disappointment to return
Never too rejected
You're probably bound to crash and burn
Nobody wants to be alone
When they wanna fly
Lots of warm companions
Help you when you're high
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
I just might sit and stare all night
Wonder why what I'm doing wrong
Feels so right
A bed of rusty razors
The beat of my slipping mind
What the lost would savor
I just seem to leave behind
Evil always turns to blood
When it builds up in your head
Don't know what you're thinking of
Until you wind up dead
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
You have found the taste of hell
Go to Hell
Writer: James Quimby
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