Oh classic gentlemen
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Say your prayers
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To the wind, of prostitution
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To your faces, and Rex complexes
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Riddle my breast
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Full of the oppressed puss
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Oh gentlemen, with your fish
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The you surround, all around
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And you man, will always point
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Your fishes, at me
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But I will always exist
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Because I always exist
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Damn good too
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The rat race begins
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The fat face stings
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I hold the fresh pink baby
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With a smile
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I slice off those rosy cheeks
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Because I feel so thirsty
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And Oedipus Rex complexes
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...riddle my closed bloated breast
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The Three Shadows Part II
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| Bauhaus |
