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stabscotch - no honey sodomy lyrics

high noon, we buy weapons
while i spit, you suck, who gets f+cked?
got orgone? don’t know, don’t care
it’s all ’bout who gets f+cked
they ride the sp+ce like it’s a titanic
but they don’t care about who gets f+cked
i’ll l!ck your bones ’cause i’m bad to the joke
they say the art of god can’t hold me down

questions, hits you like a toaster in a bag
makes you wonder who gets f+cked
no trace while it’s lying to your face
ask you then who gets f+cked
ring+a+rosies, a swirlies of posies
slip the ring, who gets f+cked?
milk it until the lips start to sag
take the pillow in the street, tell me now who gets f+cked
clean my room until it’s sterile, i cannot fight
tinctures made for high priests and rules, retreated and punchdrunk
don’t confuse the xtal for the mirror, formalize the holy signs the holy signs
i battle for my only rights
mother’s wheels, give me flight
it’s only the rain
it’s only the rain
give

flight
dont fear all my enemies’ kites
so before i go to war i’ll set forth
i’ll give you peace to all the words, the xtal transports you

- stabscotch lyrics

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