Unsaid
things in looks/Lilya Litvyak passes me/time caught up here, fly
Always
this way fact/one team other team best way/do you want to change?
Waiting
For The Moon
By
Craig J. Burt/Jimmy Boom Semtex
Ignore
her
She's
on the way towards Hell
Razor
blades dipped in black tar
No
longer soothe her pain
Can't
she tell
She's
on the way towards Hell
Her
birthday dress is blood stained
Unable
to cry
On
the dirty green grass she lies...
I
say FUCK CANCER!
You
murdered my friends
Both Ruth
and Charmaine
Knew
how it feels to be part of that club
Not
hookers strippers floozies wannabes
The
real life sustainers of this world
That
murders in broad daylight
Yet
is more dark than all things
Serial
killer nuclear bomb Red China turtles
You’re
all fucking pussies!
Fried
Turtles
The
little dog chews on the blue wire
His
sharp teeth need blunting
So
he picked this bomb wire to gnaw
He
likes biting and such like
One
of his main interests
His
master’s fingers and boots
Car
tires on parked cars
And
his Holy toys
The
gold cross from the church
That’s
totally fucked
Just
like the blue wire he has
Look
it’s now severed
And
the bomb will explode
Killing
ten million Chinese
Flattening
central Shanghai
Good
job the dog and wire
Are
ten miles away
He’ll
still get a tan
And
ten million turtles
Will
be totally fucking fried
It
was a Taiwanese bomb…
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