Faith No More - Motherfucker (lyrics)

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"Motherfucker" is the first single of the Bay Area reunited band Faith No More off its upcoming album "Sol Invictus" that will be released in May 19, 2015. ©&℗ 2014 Reclamation Recordings licensed by Ipecac Recordings. --- SINGLE OUT : Nov.28 2014 [7"] / Dec.9 2014 [MP3] --- Buy the "Motherfucker" digital single [MP3] on itunes https://itunes.apple.com/en/album/id936953506 Buy the "Motherfucker" L.E.* single [7"] on amazon http://www.amazon.com/Motherfucker-Black-Friday-RSD-2014/dp/B00Q7FEV98 *(US-only 5000pcs limited-edition with a remix by J. G. Thirlwell at Self Immolation Studios, Brooklyn, NY.) --- CONTACT --- Official website : http://www.fnm.com/home.shtml Official facebook : http://www.facebook.com/officialfnm?ref=mf Official youtube : http://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-YWvtG0eKGhkDfs_7DFxKA --- LINE-UP --- Mike Patton (vocals), Bill Gould (bass), Mike Bordin (drums), Roddy Bottum (keyboard & vocals) & Jon Hudson (guitar). --- CREDITS --- Song by FNM. Recorded & mixed by Billy Gould at Estudios Koolarrow in Oakland, CA. Artwork by CTD / SJR / WSSF. Vinyl disc manufacturing & distribution by INgrooves music group. Catalog number is RR-900. --- LYRICS --- (available as Subtitles/CC) Force fed more than we eat in the wild Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style Moistened in the feed while we’re choke upon the bile Corner in the market on the geese without the bones Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone The cage became collapsable Our sticks equipped with stones Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Hello Motherfucker My lover You saw it coming Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked pain Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone (Hello Motherfucker) Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone (My lover) Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone (You saw it coming) Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone Goodbye Motherfucker My lover You had it coming Get the mother fucker on the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone