I think it’s time for chains
You may get disgusted
Gay kids go underground
“What is wurst? ”
All fats are bursting
And your parents went all over your eye
One molten place,
The Prince’s Lake
Soot outside, a Polish jumpbox
Plastic saxophone
A gala from Jesse James
Baby, from your sweetlets
Honey doesn’t want
Your snarl
One sweet kid hanging from your sweetlets
