The Locust - Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Get Out Of My Bed Lyrics
The Locust Lyrics
Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Get Out Of My Bed Lyrics
Santa Claus hijack, f*ck-a-rama
always getting a good look
at the meat rack
Before shooting blanks into a loaded crowd
Hypothetical hunger is not directly proportional to hypothetical appetite
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