Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Get Out Of My Bed Lyrics

Artist: The Locust
Album: Plague Soundscapes

Santa Claus hijack, fuck-a-rama
always getting a good look
at the meat rack
Before shooting blanks into a loaded crowd

Hypothetical hunger is not directly proportional to hypothetical appetite

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