Laura Laura canary Laura Laura quite contrary It's an evil world your fighting against I love you, but I'm no better than the rest
Laura, the dogs are out to fuck you They're careless howling behind garbage They're little boys inside sheeps' clothing While inside you is the fire of a wolf
Laura inside the ghost machine All the nice robots will turn mean They clap their hands at paper agony But they're faint of heart for the real thing
Laura, from a Brooklyn family dying The worm in your throat is rising While your friends regard more newsworthy fat To mock about, to laugh about, to cry about
Laura, the world is sweating Just another man sweating while he's cumming Laura, the blue mountains wait for you While we sting our eyes on our dust
While we sting our eyes on our dust While we sting our eyes on our dust
Laura inside the ghost machine All the nice robots will turn mean They clap their hands at paper agony But they're faint of heart for the real thing
Laura inside the ghost machine All the nice robots will turn mean They clap their hands at paper agony But they're faint of heart for the real thing