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Psychos, Of Burma Shave
Insanity lingers as nicotine stains my fingers
obsessed by the wilting cock that lingers
pierced by the clinging ring of Mephisto
when I could have smoked a Camel
breaking through the hymen of insolence
jaywalking the labia majora that borders
with a double shot of Johnnie Walker
dragging my mud flaps
touched by the skeleton in the shoe box
psychos of the Burma Shave coven
pulling the scalp of mama's sodomization
sharpening the Gillette
invited in by the creepers of agony
doing your flesh the little doggy
tasting refreshment of a darkened soul
when you could have been a troll
your skin giving me the rope to burn
the goat silk of your embryos
beside me in my grave
when I could have smoked a Camel
obsessed by the wilting cock that lingers
pierced by the clinging ring of Mephisto
when I could have smoked a Camel
breaking through the hymen of insolence
jaywalking the labia majora that borders
with a double shot of Johnnie Walker
dragging my mud flaps
touched by the skeleton in the shoe box
psychos of the Burma Shave coven
pulling the scalp of mama's sodomization
sharpening the Gillette
invited in by the creepers of agony
doing your flesh the little doggy
tasting refreshment of a darkened soul
when you could have been a troll
your skin giving me the rope to burn
the goat silk of your embryos
beside me in my grave
when I could have smoked a Camel
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