He´s running on a tuff gnarl in his head He´s got a fatal erection home in bed He´s really smart and he´s really fast He´s got a hard tit, killer fuck in his past Saints preserve us in hot young stuff
The saving grace is a sonic pig pile
Amazing grazing, strange and raging Flies are flaring through your brains Spastic flailing, literally raising my roof An adrenal mental man-tool box Explodes in music, creates utopia You gnarl out on my nerves You weird and crush the cranking raunch
Flesh dirt force field, lost and found Let´s burn your broken hearts Set our sight on sights not yet set Let´s scorch your wavo wig