Line up our mistresses and marriages.
Yes, get all your fucks in a row.
Can we? Let's build us a family.
Hell-bent on being heaven-sent.
This is a sham, I am a shitty liar.
I'm a phony and a fraud.
I'm a satire for hire.
My philosophy is page fucking thin,
Based upon devotion and repetition.
Abort only the bastards.
I simply practice sacrilege.
It seems history has proven blasphemy
To be a predestine form for innovation.
Devotion and repetition.
I've been all stuck with knives.
Yes, I've got the holes in my back.
You're going to fucking pay for what you said,
And I don't take cheques.
I keep my money in a sack over my back.

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Mistresses And Marriages song meanings
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