On the purgatory plains in aneurysm daze
Theres a little pawn shop where they go to third base
Oh gold we're so
Oh gold we're so
In happy little tumors we shut out the world
We're the poltergesit players, we're the matadors sores
Oh gold we're so
Oh gold we're so
Forest bedsheets hide the boring
Trees with eyes still stalking
Bait and tackle boxcars
Bait and tackle boxcars
Perforated the prefix of her shoes
Punctuated the jet lag of her moves
Oh gold we're so
Oh gold we're so
Marilyn Monroe with the auto pilot engaged
If we could find every lip bite in that photograph
Oh gold we're so
Oh gold we're so
If we could unearth the syphillis from your dirty smile
All of the pagans would make you their cynosure
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Avenue trials of souveneir piles
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
We stalk you like tiger patrol
Oh, you gotta love the smell of fresh sewage
(You know you're so fucking beautiful
With cum all over your face
Suck his dick, I heard it breathes fire)
You've got to eviscerate your magnesium conscience
Like a bunch of dazed nightingales
Smiling gagging is your new pastime
Morse code through enfilade shades
It makes my testosterone happy
Where the Rancor haunts these bathroom stalls
It's all just a party in November
Seven girls
I'm the landlord of Natick
Prefix and suffix of Friday and Saturday
(I only love you when you're horny
You're only pretty with your shirt off)
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Avenue trials of souveneir piles
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Cockroach buys of vespers flies
Avenue trials of souveneir piles
Cockroach buys of vespers flies