Lyrics:
Milk them chickens
And pluck them cows
We're the ones
That gonna fuck you now
Wandering with no purpose
Things we do well I don't know
We'll go
lusts.
*Why am I here? I've been drawn,
In this shameless world I belong...*
*Chorus*
Men who pluck children from their families,
Teaching a man's "rules"
gold ak-47!
Huge gold ak-47!
You're alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes...
We'll take what the fuck we want!
Pluck your
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck
tongue slips out like a jackal.
Every eye in the audience spinning like a drill.
The groom plucks a key from the rapture tree
And opens her ribcage like
the yoke
Crush the skull - sacrifice
Crush the skull - die Christ
I gaze into his glassy eyes
And pluck him by the beard
I uplift a broadaxe
I'd pluck out both my eyes for you.
There's nothing I wouldn't try for you
(And still you say you love me
As you pull the screens
And pump
it'll go away
Cross my heart, hope to die
I lost my dream today
I lost my dream today
I lost my
Cross my heart, hope to die
Pluck out my fucking
grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
And the golden apples of the sun
sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix
Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world
You can't write without using like, what are you some type
never seen these things
Not around here, not this time of year"
Then she drowns it with her beer
Death's face lights up as she plucks
Each of its
Who tell you that they get you
But we both know that they do not get you
I want to French braid your hair
With honey on my hands
I want to pluck
holes to
pluck out when unneeded
faith in what she thought she was is
steadily decaying
in her blood she writhes for hours
their victim
someone please
screamin out (Fuck y'all)
Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clacious Clay has returned
In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo!
your robes were worn straight thin
Oh, damaged oh, within
You said, I'm a hollow house of a man
A dour requiem plays within
But nobody plucks a string
song that I adore
The only melody I'm listening for
The only string I pluck back and forth
Oh baby, maybe I'm a man eater
But I feed you like Fiji
Sugar
Sugar
Sugar, butter
Sugar, butter
Sugar, butter, flour
Sugar, butter, flour
Sugar, butter, flour
Sugar, butter, flour
My hands pluck
Sit on your porch
And pluck your strings
And you'll find somebody you can blame
And you'll follow the creek that runs out into the sea
And you'll
heart, I have 'em
Devilock, I rip your heart out of hell
Oh
Devilock, I rip your heart out, I have 'em
Devilock, I pluck your eyes out, I have 'em
something deep inside me cried
You will not crush my pride
No you won't no you won't
Baby pluck this little bird
I've been a bad bad girl
All my life
They would pluck us from the lives we're living
With no fucks given and profit from the pain
Forcing you and I to feel like children
'Cause if
knees
The powers of a knife at hand if it breathes it fucking bleeds
Mankind end time disgusted with this race
I pluck them from the universe pawns
Pluck the brightest fruit from the wooden arm
Furthest from the road on the apple farm.
Carve an applehead man, put him on the fence.
You can
how you get hearts
In dirty Victoria draws with the skidmarks
Uh, ya flat ass gets enough laughs
Take it to the salon, pluck ya mustache
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