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Now I'm sore and I'm sorry can we back up I should have chosen senility over eternal virility Now I'm sore and I'm sorry I performed too well From little dick insecurity to aphrodisiac hell Like a camel's hump in the rain I'm the last link in a chain attached to this coffin It travels best through restaurant stocks A snort for the bored fat creature at customs He says it ups his chances with stewardesses I never expected this when I came They're accusing me of genocide Now I'm forced to do it with all the new dead But the desire has died now now Now I'm sore and I'm sorry can we back up I should have chosen senility over eternal virility Now I'm sore and I'm sorry I performed too well From little dick insecurity to aphrodisiac hell Like a camel's hump in the rain I followed the ancient law of my privates Horn of plenty, plenty hard horn I can't care who does the slaughtering to get it I get sweaty, scrunch up my face and move on Pearly gates crushed into powdery hills SongtexteIt's my endless supply All the partners unresponsive and cold Just like when they were alive now now Me over them and over me is the line of command You can't blame it on us, we didn't understand Hell on earth is nothing more than an annoyance to me When you get here I'm show ya you'll see you'll see It isn't as if you white boys'll miss them The blacks are so unfed they help My hid is as thick as the latest sacrifice And I'll be going to bed with a twinge in my slacks They're showing videotapes of rotting remains It's an afterworld joke It never stops, I do it and I do it To the sound of machetes and gunshots now now Now I'm sore and I'm sorry can we back up I should have chosen senility over eternal virility Now I'm sore and I'm sorry I performed too well From little dick insecurity to aphrodisiac hell Like a camel's hump in the rain Aus Songtexte Mania