When You Live As A Boy Lyrics
the son gets the crapHere, where the mothers are pimps blackmail daughters to sell smack to the judge and to the priest.You play a game like a cricket in the garden of blood"And when you live as a boy you better shut your mouthOr when you live as a boy you give them a scent of blood or they break your neck"Literature is dead because you know everything about death anyway.Hearts are firegutted hooks tar benzoel and murder-oxide.Fire's our bloodThe minister of law and order is dancing on our grave. And rave!Decade of rottening nicely and self-enjoyable.The mothers of courage try to play their role in perfection but their seats are cheapand the lodge is empty anyway.Masonic lies hang like cobwebs from a celling of baroque stuccosometimes angry young men climb up and hang on ceiling peeing on the lodge's chairsbuy they are empty anyway.
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