Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind of prostitution
To your faces, and rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss.
O gentlemen, with your fish
That you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes at me.
But i will always exist
Because i always exist
Damn good too
The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile.
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because i feel so thirsty
And oedipus rex complexes
… riddle my closed bloated breast.