anus who? My anus what? My anus it gets tapped dawg Hi, my anus My anus My anus every now and then gets plugged up Hi, my anus My anus My anus is
I really want it Oh yeah, I gotta have it Come on baby and dance again Jerk that head and be my friend Merging Zeus and Spartacus In rendezvous with anus
If I can afford the fare It's long distance out there Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine He's a first-rate party and a real fine time Anus of Uranus
ño log You can keep that Thai, yeah I think I'll pass I ain't got a week to nurse my ass!!! I just want a normal stool! Hey, hey, hey, heinous anus
cans are breeding like cancerous cells It's not hard to believe it and it's hard to ignore it when our governments get on so well, well well.... U.S.Anus
-ren-ren-rendezvous with anus, with anus With anus, oh yeah, with anus, yeah Oh, with anus, yeah, with anus, yeah, with anus Oh yeah, with anus, yeah, with anus, anus
whip with the pedophile pope Damned god I'm so incredulous The crucifixus - Anus Dei * Suffocate the priest Blasphemate the priest Pillage and burn the priest - Anus
Your pain makes me hungry! I'm hungry for pain! Your death is mine motherfucker! Don't even try to escape! Because you're mine! You are all mine! You'
I really want it Oh yeah I gotta have it Come on baby and dance again Jerk that head and be my friend Merging Zeus and Spartacus In rendezvous with anus
Onwards here; there's mud to feed And how many paving-stones? Times will tell when Samael is near And how many monikers more? And curse the dead ones
Through the white white door Bring the cat cat home And fetch the sky. There seeds seeds grief And I I saw three Through the white white door.
I dream a new name I don't care about anyone The herd laughed at my writing My dream writing I write no more But I still dream I write no more but
And so in the land of the dull, You save me You and I on a mountain top Saviour Red wine colours our minds And you touch Melt every time in your
Through the desert And towards solitude. Runs the black horse. I didn't look back anymore. The desert, And famine ruled the earth. With head erect
Just a moving image there. Just imagining. From the giggling summer-sun over all the seas with you; We spoke for days, sunwords. Have we held the
Under the wakeful moon, Fire fleeing for all the stars are burnt. Dance to the Sun. And on a pliable field, You'll crop well if he won't infere.
Horizon; the sky is grey. And you will reap a whirlwind. Flutter bird or else you're dead. You will reap a whirlwind. The poet is dead, the visionary
