On the Slaughterfront

Get your PVCs around your kneesI�m the pigI�m the preacherGet dirty, I�ll teach youThrow your pearls before this swineLoose lips melted mineVicious, vivid, Venus fineSumptuous joy, so sublimeI�ve toured, whored, been ignoredGorged, sucked, and fucked some moreI cut a little deeper, never felt cheaperHold me slowly, almost felt holyWay down, baby, get out of my holeScreaming for a guy to take controlI�m dressing, caressing, leavin�, believin�Forget it, regret it, pleaseI need a little foreplayI need a little more payI need a little flashbackI need a little cash backI got the beauty, she�s my beastLooks like a leper but she�s my priestThe closer we goI�m getting tired, my death�s too slowMy deed is where the dirt isMy home is where the hurt isBaptized in a sewer of swineCapsized in the chaos of crimeYou're appealing, I�m appallingI keep weepin�, I keep crawlin�This wedlock is my deadlockRipped so wide, there�s nothing insideAnd I sold out years agoLiving lower than the belly of a rattlesnakeI dress each day with the finestGot a a shit-filled grin to kiss your faceLick your body from toe to headWhere it always leads to your silken bedKiss my lover's severed headThank the lord for my daily breadI need a little foreplayI need a little more payI need a little flashbackI need a little cash backI got the beauty, she�s my beastLooks like a leper but she�s my priestThe closer we goI�m getting tired, my death�s too slowNo balls, no brainsJust a bunch of broken veinsI�ll fuck all you hogsSuck all you harlotsI�m the last, the pig of starletsLets rid it for a reason nothin� to the wiseSweatin� for a high that your ass can�t buyYour ass can�t buyI need a little foreplayI need a little more payI need a little flashbackI need a little cash backI got the beauty, she�s my beastLooks like a leper but she�s my priestThe closer we goI�m getting tired, my death�s too slowI dig my toes into the numbness of your lifeI leave my foes behind the dumbness of your knifeTold you before, every hole�s a goalNow you ignore, you're outta controlYou messed up, now you better fess upI need a little foreplayI need a little more payI need a little flashbackI need a little cash backI got the beauty, she�s my beastLooks like a leper but she�s my priestThe closer we goI�m getting tired, my death�s too slow