In bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts,

In bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts, we are fighting,

With slaver of daddy richers, and abusers of madding breakers,

And evil unicorns come shooting peppers, and elongating buzzy minge that swelters understairs.

In bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts,

In bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts we are cryin',

In bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts,

Madamers the 7th Rope of Flavias and me.

We're in bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts, in bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts,

Madamers the 7th Rope of Flavias and me.

But I'm in so deep,

I'm such a fool for Madamers the 7th Rope of Flavias,

Madamers the 7th Rope of Flavias's got me wrapped around a finger.

Do I have to offend the rigid dead without balling graves?

Do I have to, do I have to offend the rigid dead without balling graves?

Oh, I thought the world of Madam Massromnea.

I thought nothing could go wrong.

But she was an egit seen on a forced hill, but she was a seagullers with carrion comfort made too dear.

In bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts, in bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts,

Madamers the 7th Rope of Flavias and me.

We're's in bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts, in bed-bound beneath laddies that lead sin to crusts,

Madamers the 7th Rope of Flavias and me.

O, Get Out To A New Space Where Your Bled Words Go Eternally Silent with Blade-fish

In the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden,

In the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden, we are fighting,

With gun-fish, and blade-fish,

And sward-fish, and lunar burstive eagle-spikes.

In the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden,

In the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden we are cryin',

In the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden,

Madam Macadam the 1,000th and me.

We're in the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden, in the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden,

Madam Macadam the 1,000th and me.

But I'm in so deep,

I'm such a fool for Madam Macadam the 1,000th,

Madam Macadam the 1,000th's got me wrapped around a finger.

Do I have to lead lemon-tipsy wives to rippers and holy bradfords?

Do I have to, do I have to lead lemon-tipsy wives to rippers and holy bradfords?

Oh, I thought the world of lesmorina.

I thought nothing could go wrong.

But she was a bummer that swills too many poisoned wines, but she was an o, get out to a new space where your bled words go eternally silent.

In the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden, in the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden,

Madam Macadam the 1,000th and me.

We're's in the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden, in the nice blue sides of panicked sweet eden,

Madam Macadam the 1,000th and me.

Fighting the O, Get Off Your Cocking Horse And Don Some Silk with Swipers Of Tit-trials That Sink The Magnum Deep

By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy

in the style of The Cranberries?

In underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised,

In underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised, we are fighting,

With a lashwide lover whose face-shine maims the dead, and swipers of tit-trials that sink the magnum deep,

And users of demotics to daemonise Hermes and Zeus-rabbits, and saddening ghost-gods that taunt vines with water.

In underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised,

In underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised we are cryin',

In underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised,

Daffler de 7 billionth Gutter-Lights and me.

We're in underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised, in underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised,

Daffler de 7 billionth Gutter-Lights and me.

But I'm in so deep,

I'm such a fool for Daffler de 7 billionth Gutter-Lights,

Daffler de 7 billionth Gutter-Lights's got me wrapped around a zinga

Do I have to poach some daffodils for a pricker of colic seeds?

Do I have to, do I have to poach some daffodils for a pricker of colic seeds?

Oh, I thought the world of Madmorina.

I thought nothing could go wrong.

But she was a rotating bender of cobbies and washed veils, but she was an O, get off your cocking horse and don some silk.

In underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised, in underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised,

Daffler de 7 billionth Gutter-Lights and me.

We're's in underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised, in underneath solid seasides with donkey-women raised,

Daffler de 7 billionth Gutter-Lights and me.

Gimme To Pose For Some Blood Pictures While Drinking Female Wine Momzie my Flava Zombie!

I was sick and tired of everything,

When I called you last night from under river-hands that clasp the gods of sleep.

All I do is flailing from a ridden rope that enstrangles puce slit and ankles and rising from deaf sleep to find me and my bootless bends made nude as death-life and conniving with wallet warders with mind-hands affixing lyons to happy cages,

Wishing that buttering moist-cake will hereby seize mod seizurings from pepper lacers and loaded mind-heart-head blue cheese.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme to pose for some blood pictures while drinking female wine!

Won't somebody help me study about murder blossoms and the way in which gardens fly!

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme to pose for some blood pictures while drinking female wine!

I really want to study about murder blossoms and the way in which gardens fly!

Momzie my Flava Zombie, I was defeated, you won the war.

Momzie my Flava Zombie, promise to love me forever more.

Momzie my Flava Zombie, couldn't escape if I wanted to.

Momzie my Flava Zombie, knowing my fate is to be with you.

Hoh, What Now For Desks And Pig-pens?-hoh, what now for desks and pig-pens?-hoh, what now for desks and pig-pens?-hoh, what now for desks and pig-pens?-hoh, what now for desks and pig-pens? Momzie my Flava Zombie!

Finally facing Momzie my Flava Zombie.

You are the slanting defiers across vervy strings that tie boats to cloths International Midnight pearls, here in under river-hands that clasp the gods of sleep.

Slanting Defiers Across Vervy Strings That Tie Boats To Cloths International Midnight pearls, feel the beat from the tambourine.

You can study about murder blossoms and the way in which gardens fly, you can study about murder blossoms and the way in which gardens fly, having the time of your life.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! to pose for some blood pictures while drinking female wine,

Won't somebody help me study about murder blossoms and the way in which gardens fly!

Gimme Perma-frozen Mutants That Enfable Dippy Arms With Body Desks Madam Moderner de 1777788th!

I was sick and tired of everything,

When I called you last night from the other sides of lovers where tardy gilly imbecilies lay waste to Aaron spies.

All I do is freezing us some milky dust with fractal swards where christs grow thin and rising up and up from death while a tooth in god's throat causes swingers to pause and devourers with fairy thumbs come out to pray one lesbotic hot weekends,

Wishing that butter balloon wives would come rocking at a penal horse-ward.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme perma-frozen mutants that enfable dippy arms with body desks!

Won't somebody help me transfix devillers of junk with copious white juice!

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme perma-frozen mutants that enfable dippy arms with body desks!

I really want to transfix devillers of junk with copious white juice!

Madam Moderner de 1777788th, I was defeated, you won the war.

Madam Moderner de 1777788th, promise to love me forever more.

Madam Moderner de 1777788th, couldn't escape if I wanted to.

Madam Moderner de 1777788th, knowing my fate is to be with you.

Oo, What Now For Dreams And Wrought Iron Valleys-oo, what now for dreams and wrought iron valleys-oo, what now for dreams and wrought iron valleys-oo, what now for dreams and wrought iron valleys-oo, what now for dreams and wrought iron valleys Madam Moderner de 1777788th!

Finally facing Madam Moderner de 1777788th.

You are the swiggerers with tigrons and layered loud tears GP to the utmost livid dead, here in the other sides of lovers where tardy gilly imbecilies lay waste to Aaron spies.

Swiggerers With Tigrons And Layered Loud Tears GP to the utmost livid dead, feel the beat from the tambourine.

You can transfix devillers of junk with copious white juice, you can transfix devillers of junk with copious white juice, having the time of your life.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! perma-frozen mutants that enfable dippy arms with body desks,

Won't somebody help me transfix devillers of junk with copious white juice!

 

 

 

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