The Rolling Skulls - Beast of Nurgle (Its really just Rolling Stones - Beast of Burden)

I don't wanna be your Beast of Nurgle,
My body’s rotting, and it’s concerning.
All I want is to see the Emperor’s face.

I don't wanna be your Beast of Nurgle,
The bloated slime is on my shoulders,
I need a bolter, not your foul embrace.

Am I fast enough?
Am I strong enough?
Am I clean enough?
Or will I be your plague-fest?

I don’t wanna be your Beast of Nurgle,
So please stop chasing me, just kill that heretic!
Radio chatter’s all I hear,
Come on, Guardsman, burn this beast with fire!

Am I tough enough?
Am I healed enough?
Am I hosed off enough?
To get rid of this infection, please!

Oh, Pestilence!
Sickly, sickly, sickly thing!
Ooh, you're a writhing, bloated, cancerous, corrupting thing,
Plague-infested, such a plague-infested, wretched thing!
Come on, baby, let's go Exterminate!

You can throw me out,
With the mutants,
Put me out,
In the filthiest streets.
But put me out, put me out,
Just put me out of my misery!

All your diseases, I can purge them out,
Your disgusting love, I don't need that clout.
There’s one thing, Nurgle,
I’ll never understand,
Why do you keep calling me,
To be your heretic man?

Am I strong enough?
Am I purified enough?
Am I wiped off enough?
Oh please, I just need to breathe!

I don’t wanna be your Beast of Nurgle,
Your love is like rot and I need some peace.
All I want is to see your plague-friends cease.

I don’t wanna be your Beast of Nurgle,
I’ve walked through the mud, and I’m done with it, please!
I’d rather burn your plague-fleshed army.

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be,
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be,
Your Beast of Nurgle,
For the Emperor’s Light, I’ll fight eternally!

The Rolling Skulls - Beast of Nurgle (Its really just Rolling Stones - Beast of Burden) I don't wanna be your Beast of Nurgle, My body’s rotting, and it’s concerning. All I want is to see the Emperor’s face. I don't wanna be your Beast of Nurgle, The bloated slime is on my shoulders, I need a bolter, not your foul embrace. Am I fast enough? Am I strong enough? Am I clean enough? Or will I be your plague-fest? I don’t wanna be your Beast of Nurgle, So please stop chasing me, just kill that heretic! Radio chatter’s all I hear, Come on, Guardsman, burn this beast with fire! Am I tough enough? Am I healed enough? Am I hosed off enough? To get rid of this infection, please! Oh, Pestilence! Sickly, sickly, sickly thing! Ooh, you're a writhing, bloated, cancerous, corrupting thing, Plague-infested, such a plague-infested, wretched thing! Come on, baby, let's go Exterminate! You can throw me out, With the mutants, Put me out, In the filthiest streets. But put me out, put me out, Just put me out of my misery! All your diseases, I can purge them out, Your disgusting love, I don't need that clout. There’s one thing, Nurgle, I’ll never understand, Why do you keep calling me, To be your heretic man? Am I strong enough? Am I purified enough? Am I wiped off enough? Oh please, I just need to breathe! I don’t wanna be your Beast of Nurgle, Your love is like rot and I need some peace. All I want is to see your plague-friends cease. I don’t wanna be your Beast of Nurgle, I’ve walked through the mud, and I’m done with it, please! I’d rather burn your plague-fleshed army. Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be, Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be, Your Beast of Nurgle, For the Emperor’s Light, I’ll fight eternally!