Lyrics:

Hunter of tears, relative pain
Half of this world is dark with the stain
The stain of unknowing
The dead flower buds
On smiling lips is innocent blood, oh yeah

The corpse of your god can only rot and grow old
Now promise me you'll kill me before I get old
I hear you on the telephone
Moaning my doom
A cold woman will kill me in a darkened room, oh yeah

Just enough, a heart attack
Zip up my black body bag
Take me home and make me, love
Bite the head of our lost dove
Take your time and take your life
Amputate with this dull knife
Heaven's meat is on the stick
Stir my pain with an ice pick
Pick, pick, pick
Pick, pick, pick
Pick, pick, pick

The chain-saw smile of the mortician shines
I still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind
God gave me this cover
You can never undo
I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you, oh yeah