Brown Tormentor Lyrics

Infected - Brown Tormentor Lyrics

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Brown Tormentor Lyrics

Cucumbers, milk, garlic, honey, tomatoes

Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes

Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings

Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing



Diarrhoea

Private affair

W.C.

That's all you can see



Liquid shit

Never eat

All this food

In my mood



Eat just fried potatoes with meat

And you'll newer have liquid shit

Understand it don't be so fool

Diarrhoea isn't so cool



Brown death

Inside her ass

Spoiled day

Who will pay?



Don't you think somebody is in

Toilet's busy that's what I mean

And this words on that door "don't push!"

So come on defecate in that bush



Crouds of people arae walking the street

There is no place where you can put your shit

Brown tormentor is pressing your ass

Shit hits your pants - it is your brown death