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I fix my fishI fool my frogI fray my feetI drag my dogI drag my dirtAcross the wallI squash my ___ just like my grubI bang ____ in a pubMy girl is rightIn greasy silkA split tomato in her mindA crumpled heartSagged to the seaTomato heartEscaping gasI think my girl has rubber skinOf all the people that I knowThe ones I like I love the bestThe fishes in the sewer pipesThe highway man in yellow stripesIt might not now but it will be laterWading through your ventilatorHuh-huh-huh-huh-huhI tang my fagYou taint your cystThe pretty Bob heSongtexteLicks my stampAnd twists her fangShe tugs his footWe think of better things and laughHer hair's on my marshmallow poutMy head is richEnough to burstWithout me struggling in my carFresh ale and fliesOn melon halvesYou wind up living somewhere cheapAnd die upon a compost heapOf all the people I don't knowThe ones I do I hate the mostThe twisted father of mankind'S enough to drive a poor boy blindIt might not now but it could be laterWading through your ventilatorI wading in and that's a factThe meat was cut the meat was packedYou shredded me with icy stringsAs coiled salami I was ledInto a holy stocking shedMy life like antiseptic stingsA tongue of stalkAnd tender leavesAnd then she'll eatHer skull it _____ and splitsAnd like an eggIt dribbles down your inside legDon't get me wrong I'm quite okayI drank a catI sun a cakeShe throws transistors in my lakeI threw her headFar through the doorYou wonder what I do that forThey wonder what she think I gotsListen babyThere ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mindIf it bothers you we can turn it offWith my antelope cheek and my raven's eyeAnd my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hideAnd my salmon head wait on a moose's neckA breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawnInvented me one summers mornI lost you now but I'll catch you laterWading through your ventilator Aus Songtexte Mania