If It Weren't For Pick Pockets (I Would Have No Sex Life) Lyrics

The sound of sex pours out of mouths and onto the bar.
Can I take you home, can I eat you up, can I spit you out.
Well we are young and dumb and full of love at least for tonight.
You can wash yourself try to bathe it off but you're still a whore.
Mom and dad would be so proud of what you have become.
Do you kiss them both with that filthy mouth under bloodshot eyes?
So I think it's time for you to sit back and just take a break from what you have become.

I hate this so much
I hate the bar-fly by my side
Go find your hook up
The one that will take you away
From us, from here, from my circle of friends.
No hope, just fear.

It must be something to see you the morning after that you sold yourself, that you lived it up.
And I sit back and I wonder what it must be like to sell yourself so short.

Why don't you take a break just take it from this.
I know just take a break.

Save your sex for someone else, your sex is so filthy, your sex goes..

Your breath is poison on my neck
Death on two legs
You're death on two legs
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if Luck Runs Out On May 13, 2005
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Cover art for If It Weren't For Pick Pockets (I Would Have No Sex Life) lyrics by Secret Lives of The Freemasons

this is a great song one of their best. pretty self explanitory.

Cover art for If It Weren't For Pick Pockets (I Would Have No Sex Life) lyrics by Secret Lives of The Freemasons

uhh yeah obviously about a slut!

Cover art for If It Weren't For Pick Pockets (I Would Have No Sex Life) lyrics by Secret Lives of The Freemasons

uhh yeah obviously about a slut!

 
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