Текст песни: You're Gonna Die Slow (Von Trier's Beggars) + перевод

The woods are peering into my house

Mephistopheles checking in on his Faust

And the distant screams of the birds and bees

Make the maggots to move in my cavities

And the cloud of worms following me round

Lick at the bottom of my shoes as I tread the ground

Checking for the rash, checking for the lump, checking for the canker

Waiting for the itch, waiting for the blood, waiting for the cancer

Breasts and billboards ulcer this gut:

Teeny tiny hands sprouting to hurry me up

A few years in the colon forgetting my name

To the waiting asshole of a digger-neat grave

A televisual hex from a silicone witch (Repeat!)

Another neon brood slithers from a puppy-faced bitch (Repeat!)

And the portals are widening into the void

But it’s less Egon Scheile, a little more Lucian Freud

The cracks in the roof have made a pact with the trees (Repeat!)

For the next high wind when I’m fast asleep (Repeat!)

The frayed wires all a-wiggling in delight

In the power shower cover that’s not earthed quite right

Noroviruses bloom on the cashpoint keys (Repeat!)

The E. coli blossoms in the food I eat (Repeat!)

And the screws in the shelves looming over my bed

Work loose a little more every time I rest my head

Ballets in menses?

Poems in shit?

Raptures in urine?

Go ask Job Luxford

If there’s a God in the grit

I don’t think so

I don’t think so

Just so you all know:

You’re gonna die slow

Перевод песни You're Gonna Die Slow (Von Trier's Beggars)