Peace to the Prophets
It's Cornelius Éclair
The sun is in the sky and love is in the air
I'm a fan of your music and I loved your last album
I've come to set you free, like my dear brother Malcolm
Speaking of civil rights, I'd like to gain your trust
Kim Anthony is gone and I long for her bust
It's been a long hour since my last climax
F-A-X-E
She got them cans like Faxe
We don't know
Who you are
But why don't you come inside
And sleep in Plooney's wardrobe?
There's no room
At the inn
If you touch the Warhammer
Stlooney put you in bin
I'm sorry for the loss of your cunt of a corgi
The loving that we shared, we were like Bess and Porgy
Croccy tears aside
I think I can provide
With the loss of my bride
It'll gel with your vibe
If we team up together, we can rule the world
Comme leabhar le Mao, we will burn all the girls
We could be the next Ice
And I don't mean Cube
If you think I mean T, you can suck on my boob
We don't know
Who you are
But why don't you come inside
And sleep in Plooney's wardrobe?
There's no room
At the inn
If you touch the Warhammer
Stlooney put you in bin
We don't know
Who you are
But why don't you come inside
And sleep in Plooney's wardrobe?
There's no room
At the inn
If you touch the Warhammer
Stlooney put you in bin
We don't know
Who you are
But why don't you come inside
And sleep in Plooney's wardrobe?
There's no room
At the inn
If you touch the Warhammer
Stlooney put you in bin