Hitchhikers

The grave is but a hole, dug right there between the legs of Mother Earth
Enter with finality and covered with soil, exit the flesh covered in blood at birth
The flesh and the earth has a relationship that can't be broken
I'm of dust returning to dust and I'm not joking

But in between I'm mesmerized by the dark side
On the road of life I'm but a hitchhiker begging Satan for a ride
Picked the fuck up and we are blazing a trail into the sunset
Leaving deserts in our wake, but the bodies are so fucking wet

The victims are all so willing, they are lining the roadsides waiting
Picked up two and three at a time and leave three or four hating
That Satan is a sick bitch, he does everything with a twist
After ripping out a victim's throat, he dares me to do it like this

Pussy is simply a hole to us, we only bust if we must
There are so many that crawl into their graves begging for the thrust
Satan and me making the freakiest of porn
Me balls deep in her fucking throat, while she holds Satan by the horn

He's uvula deep in her pussy and asshole
Choking her fucking throat while she swallows my pole
As he tightens his grip, she burst two nuts
As I plunge the last air from her lungs, Satan tears into her butt

We both came so hard we barely had strength to finish the job
But the earth and flesh are related, and the grave can't be robbed
Not on our watch, we're like vultures, just doing what has to be done
Didn't someone say that your job should be fun

Lately Satan has been looking at me and I'm looking at him
Because the grave is still hungry, no matter how much it eat of them
The circle of life is but a revolving door, into the grave and exit the flesh
Satan and I are but subcontractor, holding open the door and giving the test