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Vampire Mailman
06/15/2005 @ 10:35pm
By:
weazel



Campfires and buttermilk
Can't fight Dave Letterman.
Can't find a vitamin. To make her better again
Can't find the butter lamb.
Can't find the buttered yam.
She wakes up horny. She wakes up lonely.

She lies and says she's a lesbian.
She lies and says she's in love with him
Vampire Mailman

She drinks Amstel Light
I'm sterilized
You can't keep beer here.
You can't keep me here.

Thinkin' 'bout the cancer on my clothes.
Bacon by the can put on my clothes.
I am not the stork that eats your breast.
The hating drove me mad.
The waiting drove me mad.
I'll take the firmest path
I'll buy the Burmese bag
And now my better half
Sleeps beneath the flowers.

She lies and says she's a lesbian.
She lies and says she's in love with him
Vampire Mailman

I take a walk outside,
I'm surrounded by donkeys and things
I take a walk outside,
I'm surrounded by Sunkist and plague.
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by monkeys and gays.
I'm surrounded and I don't give a damn.

She lies and says she's a lesbian.
She lies and says she's in love with him
Vampire Mailman


Oh, the bitch is sad
Oh, that was unplanned
So why do I stay? So why do I swear? So what do I say?
A brave man does that! A breath and a scream

Ice on fire Eyes on fire House on fire
Use a bag as a advantage
Everyone is back to sin.
A pigeon's head will remind me.
The bitch of death will remind me
Everyone is masturbating.
Child reads aloud, cries!
Tries to understand it, why?

She lies and says she's a lesbian.
She lies and says she's in love with him
Vampire Mailman


A dizzy dance I guess the end, I guess the end is near
I pissed my pants,
I pissed my pants

I'm a beast, with my lust ,
I'm a beast, with my voice
I can kill 'cos I ain't got a choice

Girl friend, he can't have when his happy looks insane.
Girl friend, he can't help when he's happy, uses his hand.
Oh feelings, free from all the fools and the legal halls of fame.

Why does it hurt when I pee?
Have a smoke and some tea.
Birds fly south, but not the pelican.
49 virgins and a pellet gun.

She lies and says she's a lesbian.
She lies and says she's in love with him
Vampire Mailman


Glorified virgin of America
Glorified version of hell again
Fritos, big crunch!
Sell me pies, Sell me wine, Tell me lies, Tell me why!

Please tell me, the weak end.
And I listen for the voice inside my hand
It's nothing, I'll do this one night stand.

And now I'm playing guitar.
But I'm letting in the dogs.

She lies and says she's a lesbian.
She lies and says she's in love with him
Vampire Mailman


 
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