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SOAP SUDS

Soap suds simple minds
Just like yours every time
With your christian fate
Monday carpools
The sands of time falls on you fools

A cowboy drools over soiled
Soap sud striper
She is hoping that
He is slipping lost in the
Outside of her
Boring boring they will screw
A lightbulb of red ideas

Go have another smoke
Laugh again another joke
Jack Joe poke please pretty prick
Pig painter screams
Say her boy is queer
Soap suds simple minds

You sleep With the dogs
Alone at night on wooden
Floors creeps got splinters in
Arms and hand feet and legs
A frying pan a carton of eggs

Find my papers I'll pen my pokes
On empty bottles glasses broke
I cut my tongue on your sweet lips
That bloody red wax that sucks my prick
Are we really different
My brain splits and screams thrill me
Bumps my skin rises on end hair

Monitor those meters the hateful seeders
Walk on by and make believe their mudcake is pie
Soap suds simple minds

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