| Black strap on a violent shade of pain
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| Rock hard, able and raising Cain
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| Harsh discipline and the gimp is trained
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| To drop to his knees and take the blame
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| Take what I give you!
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| I want my cake and eat it too
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| With milk and blood and piece of you
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| Look what sick love made me do
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| Pins stuck in my voodoo
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| Doll baby suffering in my hands
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| Will anyone on this hotline understand?
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| I’m defiled and dejected
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| Suicidal and fully erected
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| Blood rushing, and I’m thinking
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| It’s happy hour somewhere and I should be drinking
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| Black tar, hypo shooting licorice root
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| Nymphs naked baring forbidden fruit
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| Taste your peach out in the pouring rain
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| Orgasmic ecstasy insane
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| Straight jacket off 3, 2, 1 rocked delight
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| Commit me to the psych ward in the cold, dead of night
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| Meth head high and knocked off my feet
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| I can’t decide if you’re a trick or a treat
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| Abracadabra cast your spell
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| Drown me in your wishing well
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| Exorcist, thousands surveyed
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| Say a Zoloft a day keeps your demons away
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| Prescribe me anything but faith!
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| I want my cake and eat it too
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| With milk and blood and piece of you
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| Look what sick love made me do
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| Pins stuck in my voodoo
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| Doll baby suffering in my hands
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| Will anyone on this hotline understand?
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| I’m defiled and dejected
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| Suicidal and fully erected
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| Blood rushing, and I’m thinking
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| It’s happy hour somewhere and I should be drinking
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| In the garden of Eden the molesting began
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| With a snake, and an apple, a woman and a man
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| Your lips tell me no but your eyes say take me
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| Overpower and indulge as you break me and rape me
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| Bottomed out inside of you
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| I’m frozen lifeless and entombed
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| Beaten and the punishments due
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| I want my cake and eat it too
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| Written on the bathroom wall
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| The greatest truth of them all
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| Molest me, caress me
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| Beaten and the punishments due
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| I want my cake and eat it too
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| Written on the bathroom wall
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| The greatest truth of them all
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| Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away
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| I want my cake and eat it too
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| With milk and blood and piece of you
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| Look what sick love made me do
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| Pins stuck in my voodoo
|
| Doll baby suffering in my hands
|
| Will anyone on this hotline understand?
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| I’m defiled and dejected
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| Suicidal and fully erected
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| Blood rushing, and I’m thinking
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| It’s happy hour somewhere and I should be drinking
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| And I should be drinking |