in the scrotum of your dreams
you turn your first trick for free
i doubt you'll be in the hot rain
it rots your gut but that's not enough for you
induce the red morning sun
i spit on the cock of passion
my heart beating in your head
i leave coke in the front bed
sweet honeycomb and lockjaw
sting like a bee and say aah
two cats that hung each of our lies
build it cause soon we're more chaste