Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

Nom noms and tom toms Are really what make me move There’s a gravy train straight to… When you skip your needle to that…

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

She is the thing I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…

The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name

The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen

You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on