Blood, dripping down my septum
Blood, Noah is around me but
The weak blow his arc and stole
Mud, filling up my brew
Tip top, kissing on a whistle stop tour of your insides
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Cos the lava won't rebel
Greek Birdy with a Mozambique
Asleep in a new green Jeep
What is the answer to life?
Mud tripping on my doldrums
Sudden gore, blood and all that guff
What a little pinprick
You're at shindig
You got your brand new ear wig
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
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Blood, dripping down my septum
Blood, Noah is around me but
The weak blow his arc and stole
Mud, filling up my brew
Tip top, kissing on a whistle stop tour of your insides
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Cos the lava won't rebel
Greek Birdy with a Mozambique
Asleep in a new green Jeep
What is the answer to life?
Mud tripping on my doldrums
Sudden gore, blood and all that guff
What a little pinprick
You're at shindig
You got your brand new ear wig
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Blood, Noah is around me but
The weak blow his arc and stole
Mud, filling up my brew
Tip top, kissing on a whistle stop tour of your insides
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Cos the lava won't rebel
Greek Birdy with a Mozambique
Asleep in a new green Jeep
What is the answer to life?
Mud tripping on my doldrums
Sudden gore, blood and all that guff
What a little pinprick
You're at shindig
You got your brand new ear wig
Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering
Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Writer: George Styles
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