Hot mouth, keep melting.
Love's nothing, but lust control.
Soft jail, keep burning!
These hands are on parole.
Take care, diamond ring.
My heart's taxidermy, so carve it clean.
Stuff in the awesome.
Set sail for the fucked coast.


Lyrics submitted by Charles Bronson, edited by sokorny

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