Из альбома: Animal Lover
He wasn't dreaming,
When he started screaming
He touched my penis,
And it went away
Removing his pants, he
Held in his hand, the
Shriveled up gland, he
Said was a fake
He silently traded
Mine for this hated
Lump that is shaded
Olive and gray
Pointing his finger
Right at the stranger
He said that the danger
Will escalate
Unless we kill it
Torture and spill its
Blood without guilt, it
Won't go away
The stranger was shocked when
Rocks began flocking
Around him knocking
His senses away
Like a mad hound he
Was pounded and pounded
'Til he was dead