Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Preskool Prostitute , by - Gwar. Song from the album Carnival of Chaos, in the genre Release date: 24.03.1997
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Preskool Prostitute |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| I saw a friend just the other day |
| He didn’t have too much to say |
| He looked crazy, he looked insane |
| He couldn’t talk because his tongue was in flames |
| And then he tried to run away |
| From some chick that was coming this way |
| I think I thought I knew who she was |
| Just a little junkie whore that’s a big ugly scuz |
| I didn’t have to go too far |
| Flashed twenty bucks and she got in the car |
| Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool |
| I tried to give her money, put her family through school |
| 'Cause she’s a real tough mama when she wear’s women’s clothes |
| Everybody knows she she’s got a bone through her nose |
| She’s really hot, |
| But when she gets home, he’s daddy’s all over her twat |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| All the drugs that you can shoot |
| Oh, pre-skool prostitute |
| Oh, slave to the brute |
| I finally gave up, let her do what she please |
| Wouldn’t have sex with her 'cause I got a disease |
| But she told a sad story 'bout a family in woe |
| She was getting fingered by her Daddy’s big toe |
| He was the first, it was the worst |
| She came in a Limo and she left in a hearse |
| She got to five, she’s still alive |
| Better call the bug man 'cause your twat is a hive |
| Oh, pre-skool prostitute |
| And oh, all the drugs that you can shoot |
| Oh, |
| Pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool |
| Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool |
| I tried to give her money, put her family through school |
| She’s a real tough mama when she wear’s women’s clothes |
| Everybody knows she’s got a bone through her nose |
| You’re barely out of diapers and you’re wearing a wig |
| You might be a baby but you smell like a pig |
| You became five, you’re still alive |
| Call the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive |
| Your naughty nanny |
| Your grumpy granny |
| A rusty tire iron hanging out your fanny |
| Oh, you little English schoolgirl, you |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Pre-skool prostitute |
| Vengeance is mine |
| Vengeance is mine |