In school you get a loose-leaf book. First thing you drew in it was znook. If you're a boy and you're full grown, Your macho shit gets overblown: cock, and swastika, and skull, and bones... cock, and swastika, and skull, and bones... Baby, what's your sign? Baby, what's your sign? Baby, what's your sign? You make your way by stretching skin, Engorged with blood is your brain-twin. You want to feel like you're a saint, But you can not, because your cock: It feels like 50 thousand pounds of nails! It feels like 50 thousand pounds of nails! Baby, what's your sign? Baby, what's your sign? Baby, what's your sign?
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