Song Description
Some nice torture methods, with a hint of Carry On (frying tonight)
Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Blues - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Disturbed, Mad |
Subject |
Judgement, Violence |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Scatterbrain
Verse (quiet staccato)
You didn?t look, you didn?t think
You only took one extra drink
Hit and run, my legs are smashed
I can?t run, my hopes are dashed
Verse
You?re strapped into my torture chair
My tools arranged with cunning flair
Hacksaw, blowtorch, take their turn
For now I?m going to slash and burn
Chorus
Scatterbrain, now you?ll feel some pain
Scatterbrain, perhaps you?ll think again
Scatterbrain, we?ve got time to kill
And I don?t want you to die???.Just yet
Verse
Electrodes decorate your balls
No one?s going to hear your calls
I?ll have you dancing with delight
Turn up the volts, we?re frying tonight
Chorus
Scatterbrain, now you?ll feel some pain
Scatterbrain, perhaps you?ll think again
Scatterbrain, we?ve got time to kill
And I don?t want you to die????Just yet
Instrumental Verse (just verse not chorus)
Verse
Nails removed with a tire lever
Fingers strewn with a rusty cleaver
Can?t be much more blood to spill
Let?s smash some bones by hammer drill
Chorus
Scatterbrain, now you?ll feel some pain
Scatterbrain, perhaps you?ll think again
Scatterbrain, we?ve got time to kill
And I don?t want you to die???.Just yet
Last Chorus
Scatterbrain, feel my sledgehammer
Scatterbrain, oh your brains are scattered
Scatterbrain, no more time to kill
And I?m really sad to say????You?re dead