i'm sin done in water you might be over here here's somebody's daughter as far as less well knows
sin me a black one muzzled in a big saw hoping we would castrate the mystery man
he sits lonely fodder we seem so inept to
open up a gas can while i lend a free hand we should let a beast or half-made man
elvis had a daughter not have bones sing to her
heavy very big bones little kid with big bones i have no feelings so give me one
eat more with your caller calling me me me me
time is a big war lonely and a bit sore misery and hopeless have it twisted for me and she makes me want to see i break a piece and carry rig it with a clothes pin and hang my bones