Text1.ru Abney Park - The Anthropophagists' Club

Well, I knew a cabaret, down a blackened street,
Where all the darkest naffs and darkest villains meet.
They'll drink the darkest booze, smoking the foulest weeds,
You never had an itch,
Someone there can meet your needs.

Well, I fell down there, I barely got back up again.
I saw her coal black hair, I saw her porcelain skin.
If I told you she sang nice, I'd be a liar true
Her band was cold as ice, under the spot light shining blue.

What's this odd taste in my drink?
I'm starting not to care what anybody thinks.
Say what you will, I'm getting out of this place.

Well, she said, "Son take my hand,
You've got a trustworthy face"
I said, "I dig your band, now let's get outta this place."
She lead me to a room, with a suspicious smell
And soon I fell asleep, and I woke up in hell.

What's this odd taste in my drink?
I'm starting not to care what anybody thinks.
Say what you will, I'm getting out of this place.

When I woke up again, I was tied to the wall,
My shirt was to my waist,
Felt like I'd been in a brawl,
There were all kinds of tubes,
Flowing steady from my veins,
Bumping from arms and chest and legs
And one hooked to my brains!

There were tubes of glass,
From my shoulders to my ass,
And they mixed in a bowel of the crap
And the cauldron drained into the cabarets
Veins and they ended at the bar tenders tap.
So when he filled a mug, pint or jug,
It was me that was in their tank.
Before I turn bereft, as my conscious left,
I thought who did I just drank?

What's this odd taste in my drink?
I'm starting not to care what anybody thinks.
Say what you will, I'm getting out of this place.


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