Lips to prostate, nose to propane
Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain
Lips to prostate, nose to propane
Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain

Christ on a crutch, it’s all a bit much
Forced out of my cave
Pulled straight from my hut
Fell straight to my knees
I kissed the wrong cheeks
Tongued the wrong ass and I woke up with thrush
Out on a limb, laid width-wise on bridge
Was in love with the get but not with the give
Lamplight keeps arcs tight, clamps like a dog’s bite
I hoped for wells wished, got a hot shiv

Lips to prostate, nose to propane
Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain
Lips to prostate, nose to propane
Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain

Pool barely skated, a pool never swam
Got the right haircut and got in on the scam
Plebian hosts left lice on the coasts
Joined a cult right, but I left with the band
Lackluster cocks imprinted on rock
Lips stiff to swallow full balls
Took a stroke, but I laid off the stuff
A fraud destroyed is no great loss

Lame highs for beat nights
Waterlines and bro fights
White lines for low heights
Chipped teeth and cracked water pipes


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