Sonny Moore Lyrics
* Gypsyhook
just another gypsyhook trippin' on that dick you rode in the stinking piss in which i abode where i slit the mores of mother's throat rotten to me the must if us the mulch in the black of the sea the lust you dug into my back straight jacked me clean the bird "hurt" that perched atop out heads in the slumming muck i call my bed rotten to me just another gypsyhook choking on that dick you throat in our caves we swell parched in the tokes we smoke on that broke back we rose plunder and pillage our village burn it to the ground you bitch-hound my mirror moan rotten to me in songs we sway froze our souls reminisce mock-bliss bottles thrown you lush posh pig the nails you dig straight jack-tax my back holes behind your willowing waltz i wait in your wake for the sake of out hearts shutter wither and shake the paceless race the rot between your legs our faces that we cloak rotten to me
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