Shotgun Blast Lyrics

Shotgun Blast lyrics


he's got a whip-scarred centerfold 
in the trunk of his car 
pocket
full of spices 
to go with the sore 
it's he who's got 
the crania and
the remnants 
what would he have done 
if suffocation wasn't portable

pages of the memory 
torn out disappeared 
as did the severed limbs


buckshots conflagrated the arteries 
in a 210 bpm cardiac march

a carcass of alcohol enraptures 
in a 60/40
combustion/evaporation


Maniac: voice
Tore Ylvisaker: computer

Per Amund Solberg: bass
A. Nordgaren: guitars
S. E. Hatlevik: synth &
drums