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Out to Lynch
we're bitter, we're twisted
we're going for a Sunday lynch
to spread the pain
let's see
who's there
he'll do, he's in reach
so catch him now, that you can
a cowards chance to feed
tuck in, give it hurt
and more
for a thrill deep in your becoming
supply his final need
woh fuh thuck, crack
that was his head
now on a roll
and to celebrate
all come over with overcome
come on, and claim your dead
beneath pronouncement of, by ascendant
your now royalled and more urgent, ejaculate
we're going for a Sunday lynch
to spread the pain
let's see
who's there
he'll do, he's in reach
so catch him now, that you can
a cowards chance to feed
tuck in, give it hurt
and more
for a thrill deep in your becoming
supply his final need
woh fuh thuck, crack
that was his head
now on a roll
and to celebrate
all come over with overcome
come on, and claim your dead
beneath pronouncement of, by ascendant
your now royalled and more urgent, ejaculate
Published 25th Jun 2014
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