Baby, gotta quit your cryin'
About your lyin' to your old
Tentacles are groping Jelly stained reptile brained We crawled out
I thought I was bad thought l'ze a kickn' stud
I
Eight ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan
You can't
Mamma married a big asshole
Whiskey bottles on the floor
He just
Listen to me baby, i'm tired of talkin' to myself
No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand
Think your
It's a lie no blushin' for baby
She told me that
Shake your lovemaker
Hold dee door for ol' hi dee ho
Step
I don't like your tone
You sound confused
Because your
I am the teenage brainsurgeon The butcher of hellhouse Descend
The death mask of Judas
Is hanging on her wall
She's going
I'm a gutter war piranha And i'm gonna get tight
I learned the lessons of survival of a rival When
Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers headLooks like spaghetti decomposin'
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