just another gypsyhook
trippin' on that dick you rode
in the stinking piss
in which i abode
where i slit the mores
of mother's throat
rotten to me
the must if us
the mulch in the black of the sea
the lust you dug
into my back
straight jacked me clean
the bird "hurt" that perched atop out heads
in the slumming muck i call my bed
rotten to me
just another gypsyhook
choking on that dick you throat
in our caves we swell
parched in the tokes we smoke
on that broke back we rose
plunder and pillage our village
burn it to the ground
you bitch-hound
my mirror moan
rotten to me
in songs we sway
froze our souls
reminisce mock-bliss
bottles thrown
you lush posh pig
the nails you dig
straight jack-tax my back holes
behind your willowing waltz
i wait in your wake
for the sake of out hearts shutter wither and shake
the paceless race
the rot between your legs
our faces that we cloak
rotten to me
From the lyric book--
just another gypsyhook trippin' on that dick you rode in the stinking piss in which i abode where i slit the mores of mother's throat rotten to me
the must if us the mulch in the black of the sea the lust you dug into my back straight jacked me clean the bird "hurt" that perched atop out heads in the slumming muck i call my bed rotten to me
just another gypsyhook choking on that dick you throat in our caves we swell parched in the tokes we smoke on that broke back we rose plunder and pillage our village burn it to the ground you bitch-hound my mirror moan rotten to me
in songs we sway froze our souls reminisce mock-bliss bottles thrown you lush posh pig the nails you dig straight jack-tax my back holes behind your willowing waltz i wait in your wake for the sake of out hearts shutter wither and shake the paceless race the rot between your legs our faces that we cloak rotten to me
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These Lyrics Are Right