1
We were all butt-winds
You didn’t matter
intoxicated sometimes your spirit
moving on me, bent my life
A bit of stimulating, actifying
dancing on my hand
That young girl is going to cause you
used to be the alcohol of my eye
You had them to shatter me
with my witches
trying to set my woman, civil, in my soul
Classed to all kinds of work
a hunk of man that will help me
2
This is your lamp
The second coming sexually
I think we got a taste
reproduction of a new brie
Organ-ice
Brand new Leda, stand up
half of the staff of their brain
we need a new brie
brie minus brie, absolutely nothing
Sex-shoe
3
Cannon from the rain
ham, the radio, still I can’t escape the ghost
Crazyson Hussein
left me in the vaccuum
Papers in the roastside
Besot the news
ours is just a litte sorrow-golf
In the worm is our worm
