The Manticore

The Manticore Lyrics

Song	The Manticore
Artist	Momus
Album	Pubic Intellectual: An Anthology 1986-2016
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	作曲 : Nick Currie
	Let us speak of my prick
	Let us speak of my big dead dick
	His plucky fight against arithmetic
	My advancing age has set the stage
	My dick is dead
	My big dick is dead
	Like a great beached whale
	He lies upon the shore
	Of my beach-like bed
	I can even hear him snore
	What does he dream?
	Of all the cunts he's seen?
	With his single eye
	His beady eye?
	I will bury him deep
	In a hole of human flesh
	In the cunt of a cheap
	Grudgingly willing wench
	That's the only place
	He's gonna rest in peace
	For the sake of me
	And humanity
	My big dead dick
	Was dragging down this world
	He was making me sick
	Polluting every girl
	Spreading his wild oats
	Where there should have been corn
	He'd be better off dead
	Or maybe making porn
	Let us speak no more
	Of that atrocious bore
	That egomaniac
	That manticore
	Which devours a man
	Leaving not even a bone
	Or belonging behind
	Nor did he leave mine

	zuo qu : Nick Currie
	Let us speak of my prick
	Let us speak of my big dead dick
	His plucky fight against arithmetic
	My advancing age has set the stage
	My dick is dead
	My big dick is dead
	Like a great beached whale
	He lies upon the shore
	Of my beachlike bed
	I can even hear him snore
	What does he dream?
	Of all the cunts he' s seen?
	With his single eye
	His beady eye?
	I will bury him deep
	In a hole of human flesh
	In the cunt of a cheap
	Grudgingly willing wench
	That' s the only place
	He' s gonna rest in peace
	For the sake of me
	And humanity
	My big dead dick
	Was dragging down this world
	He was making me sick
	Polluting every girl
	Spreading his wild oats
	Where there should have been corn
	He' d be better off dead
	Or maybe making porn
	Let us speak no more
	Of that atrocious bore
	That egomaniac
	That manticore
	Which devours a man
	Leaving not even a bone
	Or belonging behind
	Nor did he leave mine

	zuò qǔ : Nick Currie
	Let us speak of my prick
	Let us speak of my big dead dick
	His plucky fight against arithmetic
	My advancing age has set the stage
	My dick is dead
	My big dick is dead
	Like a great beached whale
	He lies upon the shore
	Of my beachlike bed
	I can even hear him snore
	What does he dream?
	Of all the cunts he' s seen?
	With his single eye
	His beady eye?
	I will bury him deep
	In a hole of human flesh
	In the cunt of a cheap
	Grudgingly willing wench
	That' s the only place
	He' s gonna rest in peace
	For the sake of me
	And humanity
	My big dead dick
	Was dragging down this world
	He was making me sick
	Polluting every girl
	Spreading his wild oats
	Where there should have been corn
	He' d be better off dead
	Or maybe making porn
	Let us speak no more
	Of that atrocious bore
	That egomaniac
	That manticore
	Which devours a man
	Leaving not even a bone
	Or belonging behind
	Nor did he leave mine

The Manticore Lyrics

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