Avant garde, no?

Time to put on my song writing hat and gloves and fake moustache and get back on the horse.

Which horse?

The Satan's Fingers horse! Remember?

2. Engaged to Satan

My mother always said to me,
Don't fill up on bread, my son
She developed a policy,
Of waiting for the foood to cooooooome...

OHHHHHH

Me and Satan have been going out now,
Since September of last year,
We make out on my mother's couch,
But only when she is not here,

We've experimented with positions,
And lubricants and toys,
When Satan does me doggy style,
We make a lot of noise

Idyllic days beside the lake,
Laughing... having fun,
Rowing in the regatta,
And lying in the sun,

All these things, these happy things, they simply cannot...

Simply...

Cannot...

ALL THESE THINGS - THESE FUCKING THINGS - THEY SIMPLY CANNOT LAST!
SATAN! I'M LATE!!

SATAN!
I'M LATE!
MY PERIOD AIN'T COME!
YOU CAN BURN A THOUSAND SOULS!
BUT CAN'T MAKE MY RIVER RUN!

MY DAD WILL GO ALL PSYCHO!
WHEN HE HEARS YOU'VE KNOCKED ME UP!
YOU GOTTA DO THE HONEST THING!
YOU RED HORNED HAIRY FUCK!
AS WE'RE ABANDONED TO THE ELEMENTS
AND FORCED OUT INTO LIFE
YOU GOTTA DO THE HONEST THING!

SATAN WON'T YOU MAKE ME YOUR WIFE.

(can't you get an abortion?)

NO!

(okay)

Engaged... engaged to Satan.

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