We Belong Dead Lyrics
| Song | We Belong Dead |
| Artist | Impaled |
| Album | Mondo Medicale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sewage | |
| A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet | |
| We are the surgeons of sickness and shit | |
| Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror | |
| Our gruesome displays give rise to a furor | |
| Bodies were piled and defiantly defiled | |
| Up to our knees in blood, sweat, and bile | |
| For the means to achieve our deviant needs | |
| The guilty should die and the innocent bleed | |
| Doctors of death, practitioners of pain | |
| Morbid addictions cannot be restrained | |
| A need to dismember, disfigure, and maim | |
| By A.M.A. standards, we've gone quite insane | |
| Hippocrates turning in his grave | |
| The oath, broken, cannot be mended | |
| From the realms of science we've strayed | |
| And into the charnel house descended | |
| Vitriolic tinctures substituted for plasma | |
| Intra-venously rotted by a virulent miasma | |
| Appendages unnecessarily amputated | |
| To promote zero growth all were castrated | |
| A myopic nurse doles out the bonesaw | |
| The O.R. is now a functioning abbatoir | |
| Prescriptions meted out for an untimely demise | |
| Injections of fæces, our malicious advice | |
| Appointments were kept for the ceasing of lives | |
| Our promise to heal, a pack of lies | |
| A Hippocratic hypocrisy | |
| When the pledge is defiled | |
| The house of healing an atrocity | |
| The list of victims we've compiled | |
| Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein | |
| Let flow the red | |
| Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain | |
| We belong dead [solo: "The Flesh and the Fiends" by S.C. McGrath] | |
| Our clinic raided by the authorities | |
| Littered with corpses on all thirteen stories | |
| We toiled long in the laboratories | |
| Fueled by methamphetamines and forties | |
| Wading through offal and excrement | |
| Agents of law effect our detainment | |
| Judicial procedings with malevolent prejudice | |
| Our heinous crimes lack any precedence | |
| Horrifying facts and aggregious evidence | |
| The lives and deaths of medical deviants | |
| Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto | |
| Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo | |
| Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair | |
| Corporeal punishment for our brand of intensive care [solo: "Age Actabile Anti-Hippocrate" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "The Doctor Is In... Sane" by A.S. LaBarre] [solo: "Dead Men Walking" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Throw the Switch" by A.S. LaBarre] | |
| In memorium to | |
| Hippocrates | |
| Our corporeal bonds are severed | |
| But our crimes against humanity | |
| In infamy, shall reign forever | |
| Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein | |
| Let flow the red | |
| Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain | |
| We belong dead [solo: "Physician, Kill Thyself" by A.S. LaBarre] |
| zuo qu : Sewage | |
| A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet | |
| We are the surgeons of sickness and shit | |
| Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror | |
| Our gruesome displays give rise to a furor | |
| Bodies were piled and defiantly defiled | |
| Up to our knees in blood, sweat, and bile | |
| For the means to achieve our deviant needs | |
| The guilty should die and the innocent bleed | |
| Doctors of death, practitioners of pain | |
| Morbid addictions cannot be restrained | |
| A need to dismember, disfigure, and maim | |
| By A. M. A. standards, we' ve gone quite insane | |
| Hippocrates turning in his grave | |
| The oath, broken, cannot be mended | |
| From the realms of science we' ve strayed | |
| And into the charnel house descended | |
| Vitriolic tinctures substituted for plasma | |
| Intravenously rotted by a virulent miasma | |
| Appendages unnecessarily amputated | |
| To promote zero growth all were castrated | |
| A myopic nurse doles out the bonesaw | |
| The O. R. is now a functioning abbatoir | |
| Prescriptions meted out for an untimely demise | |
| Injections of f ces, our malicious advice | |
| Appointments were kept for the ceasing of lives | |
| Our promise to heal, a pack of lies | |
| A Hippocratic hypocrisy | |
| When the pledge is defiled | |
| The house of healing an atrocity | |
| The list of victims we' ve compiled | |
| Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein | |
| Let flow the red | |
| Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain | |
| We belong dead solo: " The Flesh and the Fiends" by S. C. McGrath | |
| Our clinic raided by the authorities | |
| Littered with corpses on all thirteen stories | |
| We toiled long in the laboratories | |
| Fueled by methamphetamines and forties | |
| Wading through offal and excrement | |
| Agents of law effect our detainment | |
| Judicial procedings with malevolent prejudice | |
| Our heinous crimes lack any precedence | |
| Horrifying facts and aggregious evidence | |
| The lives and deaths of medical deviants | |
| Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto | |
| Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo | |
| Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair | |
| Corporeal punishment for our brand of intensive care solo: " Age Actabile AntiHippocrate" by S. C. McGrath solo: " The Doctor Is In... Sane" by A. S. LaBarre solo: " Dead Men Walking" by S. C. McGrath solo: " Throw the Switch" by A. S. LaBarre | |
| In memorium to | |
| Hippocrates | |
| Our corporeal bonds are severed | |
| But our crimes against humanity | |
| In infamy, shall reign forever | |
| Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein | |
| Let flow the red | |
| Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain | |
| We belong dead solo: " Physician, Kill Thyself" by A. S. LaBarre |
| zuò qǔ : Sewage | |
| A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet | |
| We are the surgeons of sickness and shit | |
| Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror | |
| Our gruesome displays give rise to a furor | |
| Bodies were piled and defiantly defiled | |
| Up to our knees in blood, sweat, and bile | |
| For the means to achieve our deviant needs | |
| The guilty should die and the innocent bleed | |
| Doctors of death, practitioners of pain | |
| Morbid addictions cannot be restrained | |
| A need to dismember, disfigure, and maim | |
| By A. M. A. standards, we' ve gone quite insane | |
| Hippocrates turning in his grave | |
| The oath, broken, cannot be mended | |
| From the realms of science we' ve strayed | |
| And into the charnel house descended | |
| Vitriolic tinctures substituted for plasma | |
| Intravenously rotted by a virulent miasma | |
| Appendages unnecessarily amputated | |
| To promote zero growth all were castrated | |
| A myopic nurse doles out the bonesaw | |
| The O. R. is now a functioning abbatoir | |
| Prescriptions meted out for an untimely demise | |
| Injections of f ces, our malicious advice | |
| Appointments were kept for the ceasing of lives | |
| Our promise to heal, a pack of lies | |
| A Hippocratic hypocrisy | |
| When the pledge is defiled | |
| The house of healing an atrocity | |
| The list of victims we' ve compiled | |
| Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein | |
| Let flow the red | |
| Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain | |
| We belong dead solo: " The Flesh and the Fiends" by S. C. McGrath | |
| Our clinic raided by the authorities | |
| Littered with corpses on all thirteen stories | |
| We toiled long in the laboratories | |
| Fueled by methamphetamines and forties | |
| Wading through offal and excrement | |
| Agents of law effect our detainment | |
| Judicial procedings with malevolent prejudice | |
| Our heinous crimes lack any precedence | |
| Horrifying facts and aggregious evidence | |
| The lives and deaths of medical deviants | |
| Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto | |
| Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo | |
| Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair | |
| Corporeal punishment for our brand of intensive care solo: " Age Actabile AntiHippocrate" by S. C. McGrath solo: " The Doctor Is In... Sane" by A. S. LaBarre solo: " Dead Men Walking" by S. C. McGrath solo: " Throw the Switch" by A. S. LaBarre | |
| In memorium to | |
| Hippocrates | |
| Our corporeal bonds are severed | |
| But our crimes against humanity | |
| In infamy, shall reign forever | |
| Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein | |
| Let flow the red | |
| Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain | |
| We belong dead solo: " Physician, Kill Thyself" by A. S. LaBarre |
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