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them I know I (Am coming out) Maybe not you should run and hide (They'll come around) They're not ready shriveled up inside (I'm coming out) Maybe not
Skinless mass of grease Maggots filled sack, shriveled stump! Reeking waste of skin Scorched and smothered, shriveled stump! So ugly and disfigured
whole life! Machito: es hora de hacer temblar las Paredes! Diamanda: Iny weeny teeny weeny Shriveled little short dick man Machito: Ponete a brincar
the smallest dick I have ever seen in my whole life Get the fuck outta here Iny weeny teeny weeny Shriveled little short dick man Don't want don't want
the smallest dick I have ever seen in my whole life Get the fuck outta here Iny weeny teeny weeny Shriveled little short dick man Don't want don't want
saved Something inside animates We've laid our hands and we've all prayed How dare you speak of love With a heart so shriveled up We're washed in
in this state of mind Another year older and what have I done My aspirations have shriveled in the sun I'm crippled by guilt Blinded by science I've
were gone But let me just remind you That bruises heal and I'll be fine A hundred years tomorrow We'll all have shriveled up and died We'll all have
You think you know me I think You're real smart But you just don't get that It comes from the heart Life moves so slowly A shriveled up heart I feel
the Fuck outta here Innie Weeny teeny weeny shriveled little short dick man Innie weeny teeny weeny shriveled little short dick man Dont want no short dick
simply shriveled up And begged each orchid's pardon Poor little buttercup in the orchid garden The bees came buzzing daily And kissed the orchids gaily In
are closed, sight wide open Trying to fight the weight of conscience Siphoning out all life One shriveled husk at a time Plunging into the void Created
with vows that went unspoken Or shriveled pages in an old book No one read for a hundred years It was overlooked on the shelf Til all the pages blew away
When my heart was a black shriveled thing From the ashes of her fire deep within This bitter cup of long brewed T The autumn sky, the wind carrying
Who want that smoke I got Swishers Who that bitch you can get her How you the man in the middle That ain't no money thats shriveled Count up a murder
up, we flex all day All to impress the sommelier But that's not meant to be No the life of a grape ain't meant for me no I shriveled up and dried Now
There's nothing colder or more alone Forgotten and neglected deep in the overgrowth Than winter okra hanging in the field Shriveled dark
You think you know me I think you're real smart but You just don't get that It comes from the heart Life moves so slowly a shriveled up heart I feel
Justin amazing Shriveled like a raisin Bodies in the basement I got shooters on the roof, don't you play wit' me Now the stupid Serpent's dead, a new page
breathless baptism Fountain of shriveled flesh Deformity adrift Fountain of shriveled flesh Deformity adrift Fountain of shriveled flesh Deformity adrift
itself apart Do you believe that I've lost my heart A shriveled fan of a dying art They clipped our wings from the start Plastic, foul tongue No matter
long ago And now it lays on the bleeding snow The shriveled petal black and dry Turns red again from the red snow's cry Shriveled roses shriveled lives
controlled the sea. Now waves of confusion wash over me. A beacon, a lighthouse, his soul calls to me. My black heart was rusted, Shriveled to a pea now in
My life is opera My life is opera My life is opera My life is Art-hounds, very funny, very witty, but very lonely And below the belt is shriveled
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