Jim Foetus - Descent Into The Inferno - Live 1985

Jim Thirwell aka Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel, Jim Foetus and Clint Ruin. Recorded from Channel 4's The Tube 1985. I make no claim to the copyright of the music or the artist's visual appearance(s). If the copyright owners would like this video removed, please contact me. Thank you. Lyrics Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon Purgatory disguised as a room with a view I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside And you can't see out them windows And smoke gets in your eyes And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING And NOTHING is its middle name Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? So flat you can't see ten feet in front I want everything to disappear Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK Give me another STIFF one... and make it a double I don't know when I've had enough But I've NEVER had enough and I've never bin BAD enough I need it and I need it BAD And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common knowledge in this town I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken down GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya You get a stomach tumour You get a stake right through your HEART I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face Whatever happened to the human race? What happened to the humanistic faith? What happens to human waste? I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of that FALLEN into the ABYSS like a roach in a trap There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in Hell There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in HELL I don't need a mother no more I'd rather be an ORPHAN or a SONOVABITCH or a BASTARD SON who's been dug up DEAD, worms in eyesockets, holes in ma head Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold Cos it's a long way up when you're SIX FEET UNDER Under a pile of HUMAN DEBRIS A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE You wanna save yourself the trouble GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya You get a stomach tumour You get a stake right through your HEART IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO Staring into a waste of space Bring on the MONOTONY bring on the LOBOTOMY And make it a double, and make it a pact I've had more than I can stand--and hors d'oeuvre of maniac I've had more fun in an IRON LUNG I'm cancelling my NEXT BIRTHDAY I mo wait til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down The moon's so full it's spilling over There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN HELL IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya You get a stake right through ya through ya You get a stake right through your HEART IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO DESCEND... DESCEND DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND