Stick A Needle In Your Arm, You

Militant Mothers Hiding In The Basement Using Pots And Pans As Their Shields And Their Helmets.

Some Maniac Butcher Is Trying To Hack Away Your Balls.

Baby, Shut Up And Let Me Drink The Wine From Your Fur Tea Cup.

If You Were To Say To Me That You Needed A Romantic And Sentimental Song In Four Hours, I Would Have That Song Written In Four Hours.

We Cheated On Our Math Tests, We Carved Some Dirty Words On The Desk.