Force-fed more than we’d eat in the wild
Grazed on a mash that could suffocate a child
Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomp and style
Moistening the feed while we choke upon the bile

Cornering the market on the geese without the bones
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
The cage became collapsible, our sticks equipped with stones
Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone

Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone

Hello motherfucker, my lover
You saw it coming

Step aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain
A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains
Inoculating bastards, bloodied pecking pain
Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold

We took the second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first sip was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid in stones
Get the motherfucker on the phone

Hello motherfucker, my lover
You saw it coming

Goodbye motherfucker, my lover
You had it coming

Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone

Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone


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Motherfucker (Sol Invictus) song meanings
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    General CommentNo comments yet? Get the motherfucker on the phone!
    drewzer15on August 31, 2015   Link
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    MemorySaw this song performed live for the first time at Hyde Park last year, it's cool to hear Roddy give the intro on a song.
    TimPSmithon September 09, 2015   Link

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