Priest With the Sexually Transmitted Diseases Get Out of My Bed by The Locust Lyrics
Santa Claus hijack, fuck-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
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