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Al Jourgensen - Caliente Dark Entries Lyrics

Why... this is unreal
I can't stand still long enough
To let myself freak out!
Freak out!
Freak out!
Hello there, fella
Jesus

I'm on the drug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh, please, Miss Lane
I'm pissed again

And walking through our city's neon lights
Discussing our whopping sick sequential lines
Wanna carve out our lives
Intangible of price
Trying to find what happened last night

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed, degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
Heaping on loads of complements, he concocts a redeemable technique of exposing himself to the thrones of eagerly awaiting merchant marines. Unaware of his own brooding nature, the ex-biker shrieks back across the infield, "lay me down and help despite?" Take off their clothes and do dirty unspeakable things to the tiny ones waiting by the fish tank to take a bath that will last one thousand years

I came into your room, it stuck into my head
We leapt in bed, degrading even lice
With a little pain, my shielded pride
Until exposed my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go wasting your pretentious love

Calientè!
Calientè!
Calientè!
Calientè!
Calientè!
Calientè!
Calientè!
Calientè!

Halfway out of a wheelchair, the commie ex-patriot art dealer slash pimp shoves cells of pure fury into the mouths of innocent prostitutes begging for a better view of the real videos showing their own skulls evaporating into nothing while men of real wealth wash their penises in the open sores of one hundred thousand blinded children looking for a better place to die
To die, to die, to die

Woo-haa! I canna bubba lubba dooba wanna getta trubba dubba lubba

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Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, motherfucker
And just... chill, bitch