
Verklemmt (Queef mix) Foetus
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Baptized in the Hudson river
Hepatitis saves us all
Drift thru the facile landscape
Answer mother nature's call
It came down from the prophet
Derived from dime-store books
By day I strangle chickens
Trapped in my own bad looks
I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next Greyhound South
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing left to say
Investigate your chimney
There's a Chernobyl rain
Apply the strongest sunblock
It's Mother's Day again
I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next Greyhound South
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing left to say
It came down from the prophet
Derived from dime-store books
By day I strangle chickens
And field your dirty looks
Investigate your chimney
There's a Chernobyl rain
Apply the strongest sunblock
'Cos it's Mother's Day again
Hepatitis saves us all
Drift thru the facile landscape
Answer mother nature's call
It came down from the prophet
Derived from dime-store books
By day I strangle chickens
Trapped in my own bad looks
I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next Greyhound South
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing left to say
Investigate your chimney
There's a Chernobyl rain
Apply the strongest sunblock
It's Mother's Day again
I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next Greyhound South
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing left to say
It came down from the prophet
Derived from dime-store books
By day I strangle chickens
And field your dirty looks
Investigate your chimney
There's a Chernobyl rain
Apply the strongest sunblock
'Cos it's Mother's Day again
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