Sick Man Foetus

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[Verse]
Lurchin' round the parking lot
A man possessed of not a lot
Skin and bones and rings and crown
Legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips
Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open book
Scribbled in his own blood
[Chorus]
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man
[Verse]
Overcome by waves of lechery
One for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back
He kisses big, he kisses black
Profile of Neanderthal
Leaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture, barroom brawls
Taking notes from toilet walls
His victim screams, he has a ball
The bigger the head, the harder they fall