"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out."

They come to feast on purist man
They come to feast on mortal tan
Filling their bodies with disease
Swollen still like killer bees
For that lack from their prize
They fucked their children, staring eyes

• (Waltz Of The) Playboy Pallbearers
• Appalachian Woman
• Bobbi, Bobbi, Bobbi - I'm Not God
• Ma Petit Mort
• Mt. Penetrator
• Patty Hearst's Closet Mantra
• Six
• Six Gun Sucker Punch
• Twenty Four Hours
• Twin Sisters And A Half Bottle Of Bourbon

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