For sale
Dumb cunt’s same dumb questions
Oh virgins
Listen all virgins are liars honey
And I don’t know what I’m scared of
Or what I even enjoy
Dulling get money
But nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
Of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He’s a boy
You want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him
Call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
And I still can say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Can’t shout, can’t scream
Hurt myself to get pain out
I ‘T’ them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory’s circle, drowning here
Someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social
For the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
Of pity you can by anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He’s a boy
You want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him
Call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
And I can still say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Can’t shout, can’t scream
I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire
The weak have none
There’s no lust in this coma
Even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude
The 11th commandment
The only certain thing
That is left about me
There’s no part of my body
That has not been used
Pity or pain
To show displeasure’s shame
Everyone I’ve loved or hated
Always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
Of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He’s a boy
You want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him
Call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire
The weak have none
There’s no lust in this coma
Even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude
The 11th commandment
Don’t hurt, just obey
Lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven
This hell smells the same
These sunless afternoons
I can’t find myself