As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was, Tod Brownings freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee Im sure youre not protected, for its plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal (Will they come?) Ill keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, shes come, been and gone
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 06:18:17 +0000