Mustard Gas Songtext
I love my mustard gas I love it so

But there's things of mustard gas you ought to know

She keeps some in the bedroom she keeps some by the phone

A cloud hangs in the bathroom when she is all alone

She sees the yellow-grey cloud It brings its sickness near
She doesn't know quite what it is She's getting the heck outta here

Seeps through her polyester burns in the third degree

Her skin is turning black it's getting cold it's getting tough it's getting leathery.



I love my mustard gas It's so much fun

And you'll love mustard gas by the time we're done.

Mustard gas is pretty bad for you

so keep some in the office and the playground too

It buckles skin and it ruins sight

It intrudes in my nostrils but it feels alright.
If you've got blisters and their filled with goo

and there's a blood-tinged fluid seeping outta your nose

Feeling nauseous and your throat burns too

Then it's mustard wreaking havoc over you