04-30-2012, 03:30 AM
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Buzz Killjoy
Join Date: May 2011
Location: Canada
Posts: 2,692
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Just start here:
with lyrics like this, how can you go wrong.
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They say the eyes are the windows of the soul
But i love all the little dark holes in your body bag.
Your little willie, he's oh, so pretty,
And those titties, and those titties in the body bag.
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to.
Willie's poised to dive into flesh,
Something tells me he will leave a mess in the body bag.
When we kiss my eyes are closed,
My lips are full, i breathe through my nose in the body bag.
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to.
See the children play in the mud,
Moulding balls of faces and blood from the body bag.
All praise for corporal flesh;
The smell of love, the smell of death from the body bag.
Is it a womb or is it a tomb?
Or is it something completely different?
A sac of water that's quiet and warm,
A complex shape's beginning to form,
On marble slabs you're flat on your back,
All colours fall into the basic black of the body bag.
The creatures of earth are countless and strange,
Open your lips and tell me the name of your body bag.
All praise for corporal flesh.
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Last edited by BastardofYoung; 04-30-2012 at 03:37 AM.
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