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There's a baby in a meat slicer |
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On the kitchen table, half done up |
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Quite low, broken Madonna |
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Decaying, cracked on my toilet cover |
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Go, go, go, go |
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There's a horrid duration |
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With an appetite that will never cease |
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Quite low, bliss, you drink it |
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Desecrated evermore |
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Said, oh oh oh oh |
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The hungry end is waiting for your momma |
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In a flash, she loses it |
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That which soothes the hungry end |
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Your place in oblivion is secure |
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And you're gone, you kiss the damned |
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And you feel the hungry end |
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Is waiting for your life and you're losing it |
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That which soothes |
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Feel it |
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Wish I could love you more |
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Feel it all |
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Never feel like I did before |
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And, oh oh oh oh |
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The hungry end is waiting for your momma |
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In a flash, she loses it |
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That which soothes the hungry end |
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Your place in oblivion is secure |
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And you're gone, you kiss the damned |
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And you soothe the hungry end |
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Go |
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With an appetite that will never cease |
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Quite low |
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Bliss you drink it |
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Desecrated evermore |