Years go by and I always seem to make the same mistake
because every time it seems someone throws a wrench in the works.
But machines never die, we're put on stand-by. Always prepared for blood shed. Be aware, when we're repaired, you're our first target (be scared) and we're coming for your head.
For I am a tool
weapon of mass destruction, incapable of rational views
Roman Hands, Russian Fingers
C'mere baby, have I got something for you.
My libido's solar powered, backed-up by rocket fuel
Add in a few drinks, my comments start to get crude.
Probably from the obvious lack of food consumed, or the head rush I'm getting from your perfume.
Let's go back to my place, let's both get nude.
You look like a lonely bolt that needs a screw.
Pink will turn black & blue by the time I'm thru with you,
Number two, a clue of what we're going to do next,
gonna shit on you while we having butt sex.
the whore I am from the old school
masturbates with defecation and covers my partners in puke.
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017