Life: where the angels lie in wait
Steak knife, I'm licking your dinner plate
Ruby red lips dripping with my seed
And you can swallow for today's good deed
And you don't even have to clean the linens when you bleed, 'cos
I like rolling in it
(I'm sick. I'm sick.)
And for my last trick
Here's another way to make the bedsheets
Stick to you:
Kill the horse dead for his glue
Camp out underneath the pew
You know it makes me horny when you spew, baby?
Today I feel brand new, baby
Was it something in your stew, baby?
Or your bangers and mash?
Where the angels lie in wait
Death: where the angels fly in place
And the schnitzel's always veil
So I never see your face when you're cumming
Earth walks upon a tight rope
Hangs us up on a wire
Now we can light it on fire
Or set it up to grant our each and every solitary desire