
Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Teeth Marks |
To a soundtrack of insects screaming |
And every skin cell wheezing |
I picked out the liquor soaked suit for the evening and took my position steam |
rolled to the ceiling |
Greetings, these are the kids we’re dripfeeding |
A sea of eyes light up, light up |
Slovenly exterior gleaming |
Yeah, too lucid |
I don’t care who you wanna slap hooves with |
In alleyways kids swap juices and loose lipped skets and goons compare bruises |
I once knew this petrified wench |
With a musky pesticide stench |
She’d sharpen her nails on the walls all day and by night she would hug an |
electrified fence |
And that bitch bit my middle finger in half |
Faces inches apart, Had |
Bare weird chicks in my yard, I |
Stayed up and stuck pins in her heart, now |
We squished old flames in our ashtrays |
And let a moth circle our lampshades |
I excelled in the red blooded rampage, rocking two stumps that could triple |
jump mass graves |
Yeah |
Are they your teeth marks in your tail? |
I think they’re your teeth marks in your tail |
Looks like they’re your teeth marks in your tail |
Tail |
Yeah |
Is their air too hard to inhale? |
You said their air’s too hard to inhale |
Pissed cause their air’s too hard to inhale |
Hale |
Hale |
Yeah |
I caught the half seven to Hanoi with a steaming oven fresh cerebellum to |
destroy |
By twenty past ten I was beginning to suspect we were running out of mind |
bending weapons to deploy |
City hopper |
This sack of flesh is my best offer |
I haggled till sundown, sundown |
Swigging liquor in death’s honour |
Stuck a next blotter under the tongue, took a |
Sharp breath and punctured a lung, raise a |
Glass to us wonderful scum, cause I |
Love what us cunts have become |
Now I can spend my life in this field right here |
Your skin doesn’t feel real my dear |
She said give sobriety a chance and |
I recoiled at the mere idea |
So tell me, are they your teeth marks in your tail? |
Cause you look a touch dizzy |
Sink another Snakebite, rack another rail |
Fuck with me |
Hourly trips to the moon |
Coughing up comet dust into the room |
Crowned as a king as I slip from the womb |
Cannonballed into this crimson lagoon |
Paddling out, rinsing the wounds |
Sipping on venom, I think I’m immune |
That rabid dog span on the spot with his jaws outstretched in a spiral of fumes |
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