| Cast out the false commandments of the celibate and subdued
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| Heed not such muzzled masters, but the fiesty filthy few
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| Exhalted and reviled, the perverse pleasures
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| And the caress of the night and their foul majesties
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| Let every hole and orifice pay homage to these kings
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| Your hips attest their prowess and their lips your suffering
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| Their tongue speaks no lies, the only salvation is vice and deviant deeds
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| Fill my glass with pleasures and the vilest overproof
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| And I shall lock my horns with she capricious and aloof
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| And tame her to my side, let no bastard deny my monarchy
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| With lucid drunken rantings so many hearts I’ve won
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| But I ain’t losing sleep over the sins I’ve done
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| Iniquity is divine, these pleasures I won’t deny are what I seek
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| Liqour, sin and lust
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| And mayhem in my wake
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| Fools shall falter
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| And kings will copulate
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| Sexual liberty
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| Revel in the arts of lust viciously
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| I shall not be outdone
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| With a bottle or at a broads bosom
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| Penetrate
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| Countless chasms I shall copulate
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| Ribaldry
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| Rabid Raw and Raucous
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| Lusty libertines loins set afire
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| They shall know true ecstasy as I perspire
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| With our loins linking, with wine and drinking
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| Drinking
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| Drinking
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| Drinking |