Autopsy Party R. Stevie Moore
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Turned into the autopsy party
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Turned into the autopsy party
Under new management
Whipped cream Saturday night
Breath freshener featherweight fight
John Belushi told me not to come
Randy Newman joined three dog night
Pickled beets on Sunday night
Dick Clark fought Stanley Kubrick
John Belushi showed me how to cum
Now I'm sleepy and I'll lay right down
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Turned into the autopsy party
Horizontal hideaway
Turned into the autopsy party
Same location
Bitter man's cake last night
Joan Jett's gonna get killed
John Belushi asked me not to do it
So I won't now, will I?
Turned into the autopsy party
Horizontal hideaway
Turned into the autopsy party
Under new management
Whipped cream Saturday night
Breath freshener featherweight fight
John Belushi told me not to come
Randy Newman joined three dog night
Pickled beets on Sunday night
Dick Clark fought Stanley Kubrick
John Belushi showed me how to cum
Now I'm sleepy and I'll lay right down
Horizontal hideaway
Turned into the autopsy party
Horizontal hideaway
Turned into the autopsy party
Same location
Bitter man's cake last night
Joan Jett's gonna get killed
John Belushi asked me not to do it
So I won't now, will I?
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