| Lyrics: | You can buy her, you can buy her. This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's
here. Everything's for sale.
For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins?
listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even
enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these
plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on
video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him,
call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank
you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start
caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity
you can by anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a
girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you
want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking -
sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain
out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for
a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left
about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show
displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these
plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on
video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him,
call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have
none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th
commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven
this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
Two dollars
you rub her tits. Three dollars you rub her ass. Five dollars you can play with her pussy, or you
can lick her tits. Choice is yours |
