| Lyrics: | I just survive any way I can
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck's just as plain
as I'm not paying attention
I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher
They
call me the [???] to Islam's plan
I am! I fucking am!
and now you say I'm a reprobate,
well that's okay
but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come
with me
to [????] and [????]
And now they call me the [????]
That's
me!....
On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We
penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know's flat
This is the one possible mystic
act
Breakfast with Bandog / Morning coffee with Khali
Golden gutters where we can
beg
You run to the cupboard
with your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead |
