Acoustically you wear me out,
You're always tryin' to break me,
But
Slam like men you women,
You make me sick,
Flailing like gimps,
You
My heart is diseased,
I always thought you were the one.
But
One day God will decide,
To judge us all and this
There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's moonlight,
And music, love
Tuck your tongue in,
You make me sick,
You scummy, fucking,
Autistic Prick.
Smell the flesh,
Hunt them down,
Blade and revolver,
Brings death to town.