Locust - Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch Lyrics
The chicken bit it (The foreskin knew it)The sultry salesman workedto keep his high heels on.Oh, the doors are talkingOh, the sheets are stainedA fleshy bowl of nonsense says,"Apparently a slut's been made!"Why must the fortune telleralways do the dirty work?It bit the chicken (The skin foresaw it)And sultry heels workedto keep the salesman high.Can I touch your telepathic private parts?