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My veins
My eye
Oh, I feel my concubine
You are my concubine
Ooh, my concubine
You scrape my life
You took my scapula
I still have to use that scapula
Oh, I feel my concubine
You are, you are my concubine
Ooh I feel ya, you're like a dracula
You sucka blood, you pork a porcupine
You're my concubine
You took my scapula
You are my concubine
My concubine, my concubine
My concubine, ah
I've seen the simple, simple kind of sucking fucker
Is it round or is it square?
My eye
Oh, I feel my concubine
You are my concubine
Ooh, my concubine
You scrape my life
You took my scapula
I still have to use that scapula
Oh, I feel my concubine
You are, you are my concubine
Ooh I feel ya, you're like a dracula
You sucka blood, you pork a porcupine
You're my concubine
You took my scapula
You are my concubine
My concubine, my concubine
My concubine, ah
I've seen the simple, simple kind of sucking fucker
Is it round or is it square?
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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This is about the "commerce" that exists as a facet of all relationships. We give and take, sometimes trading things of real value and dire consequence, like blood and bones, things we really need. Does it enrich us and sustain us, or lead us to ruin?