Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Fury, fury ya ragin yam ragin ya
take up the mic so yo can take it away
off on a super- natural charge voyage
yeah from the home of the drama Athens squad
Aeschylus' killer women's on a swarm
rain on your arty ass metal dorm
for you to even understand their thrill
you gotta call the three killer bs and they are gonna kill
now chop that Agamemnon all around
lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
for any family killer in any fifty two states
they get psycho, killer, Norman Bates
their drummer slam their flow is like bamm
jump on stage ah then all three dip doown
(I like the way they dress)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
See, when a critic say he likes it raw
He means dirty, down to the floor
see their name is the Furies and they'll beat your ass
for the ladies who know em tell them who the fuck she be
for the critics who know em tell them who the fuck she be
their style comes down on ya'll like rocks
called by the Clyt
a terrible sight
vengeful in manner, run as a flock
got Greek choral annger locked down padlocked
their feminine justice gonna chop that cock.
Yo ya'll know the lyrics come on sing with me
Glam rock meets Greek tragedy in this ultimate tale of female vengeance voiced by Clytemnestra’s band of ‘Furies’. Operatic laments of a woman wronged are spliced and smashed together with heavy metal rages from her aggressor and the haunting lullabies of his mistress. The Furies is part gig, part performance spectacle and is as loud as it is beautiful.
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