Well I’ve come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast,
Ye great thick headit ape, I’ll stick yer chin right out yer arse,
Come lookin’ for your pound o’ flesh, but I’ve got nothin’ left,
Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o’ Christ’ve flogged me half to death.
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star’ll never rise,
Ye’ve the smell o’ death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes,
I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine,
thank
succubus
stick
trust
spurs
sober
splashin
smell
shower
shovels
christ
devil
brothers
death
every
flogged
penny
words
share
christian
choice
bullet
alone
bastards
thick
against
slumber
picks
about
flesh
below
breath
great
drive
behind
cause
guard
break
brides
decent
known
blast
feckin
forth
guide
naked
gargle
holes
likes
bring
lookin
never
nothin
pound
pricks
gates
restful
right
safely
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