A Bellyful of Salt and Spleen Lyrics

by Napalm Death
Album: Throes of Joy in the Jaws of Defeatism 
As soon as I catch

Your eviscerating stare

I could just claw right in

And wrench you out

Gas you, gas you, gas you

And boil your lungs to chum

(To chum)

Now try speaking as you find me

Speaking as you find me

As you find me

You find me

Iniquitous smut (As you find me)

Iniquitous smut (As you find me)

Iniquitous smut

Iniquitous smut

As soon as I catch

Your eviscerating stare

I could just claw right in

And wrench you out

Salt water between gasps

Is the cum in this outcome

Poke your corpse upon the golden sands

Your day in the sun

Day in the sun

In the sun

In the sun

In the sun

In the sun

In the sun