The mix up of the match ups is the healing of the closet
Not in the end of evanescence will you find the turning of the screw
Thumbscrews. Beartraps. A little lime and piano.
A keyboard a quilliam a love to behold
All nine for seven you get to heaven
Demonizing and dancing the demagogues stir the shit
Dogs! Dogs go running after as we turn the faucets high
Rippling innuendo out from the clear pacery of yarmulke heads begotten
Sticking to the sidelines he Howls at plays benighted
Holy cross as holy dress we steam up streamers for the after party
On the side tequila
Pepper and mace, a cigarette’s grace
And all will be forgotten


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