A Poke in the Eye... With a Sharp Stick
Album - 21 febbraio 1988 - Debaser id 85422

I know, I live off things you give
Eighteen carrots, what does it take?
Come on girl, make my day
Dislocate me, desecrate me, masturbate me, celebrate me
I've got to fight and I've got to win
You'll never believe this mess I'm in
I've got to fight and I've got to win
You'll never believe the mess I'm in

She like fighting and she likes war
Come on everybody, lets do it some more
With a slug in the mug, mace in my face
Racisct thug, what a disgrace
Ghetto, rape, no escape
They put you down and bait, bait, bait
She like fighting and she likes war
Come on everybody, lets do it some more

You know I like everything about you
The way you're talking, it's quite exciting
Keep me up, hide my face
The way I'm eating, it's a social disgrace
There's a place we can rock all night
Nobobdy's gonna catch you, get a fright
Fighting on a price, sitting on a stump
Someone's gonna get you they thump, thump, thump
Twenty one babies for myself
Crawling up on my back
I've got to fight and I've got to win
You'll never believe the mess I'm in
I've got to fight and I've got to win
You'll never believe the mess I'm in
Dislocate me, desecrate me, masturbate me, celebrate me
I've got to fight and I've got to win
You'll never believe this mess I'm in
I've got to fight and I've got to win
You'll never believe the mess I'm in

Mess it up!

Sitting in my box, waiting for you
I peep through the slits and I feel myself
Breathing tight, I'm getting hard
But it's nice and dark for the things that I do
I sweat in my cassock
When I hear you words
Tell your sins to me I will absolve thee
I run a peep show beat
Where I can beat my meat
When I see your dressing
I get to messing

Shit for brains, piss in my pants
I rape and contain the whole human race
I'm your heavenly host, the Holy Ghost
The hand of god and the stick of saints
I'm a man who's sick but I got class
I'm going to heaven with my lickin' ass
Shit for brains, piss in my pants
I rape and contain my catholic domain

Sticks and stones break my bones
Your words just crucify me
Heaven up above has a glorious god
I'd really rather have you right where I want
Right on the front full of my gunk
I slide up behind heaven in my mind
In my dreams I always whipped you
Then I stripped you

I ripped you down to my scripture