Battle Hymn Of The Repugnant Lyrics

Battle Hymn Of The Repugnant lyrics

She`s a tramp and he`s a loser
In a smoky bar from Kafka`s darkest dreams
And the critics know what crap is hip to swallow
It`s all high volume
Her leather comes off in the back room
And a million screaming morons call it art
So much fun is not fun any longer
It`s all high volume

High volume
As if I was the one to say
If it`s right or if it`s wrong
Close your eyes until it goes away
Turn it up until you hear the song
She`s as sweet as skin, as deep as candy
But if it sells they`ll never wonder why
`Til the posers and the preachers mate like mongrels
It`s all high volume

High volume
High volume