AN OLD FAVE FROM MY COLUMBIA PARTY DAYS

She said leaving

Which never occurred

But you saw it so clearly

It is what they heard

As you question your sanity

She’s safe as your pain

One flaw about queenie

Is a sadistic brain

Your discomfort delights her

But does not satisfy

This woman was wicked

Her heart rotted and died

The blood that once flowed

Has gone back from inside

Betrayed our trust

And she crushed our pride

Fucking bitch cunt

Fucking death Queenie, dead

Till we die till we die

Till we’re dead till we’re dead

Who have you chosen to sleep in your bed

Who have you chosen

Who fucks the dead

What has malfunctioned in Queenie’s head

Was it in her genes

Or the way she was bred

How can our virgin Queenie be dead

Who is the demon that lives from her head

Back breaking chin wrench

Nauseating blood skin

Back breaking chin wrench

Nauseating blood skin

Fucking bitch cunt

Fucking death Queenie dead

Till we die till we die

Till we’re dead till we’re dead


Published by JASON

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