Watch her pretty flesh wither and drop from her bone.
Smell the tears of that boy as they paint his poor face
His heart stumbles and it falters with complete lack of grace.
Hear the man cursing softly as he dies in his bed,
In the clutches of the cancer that blooms in his head,
And feel the soul of that lady get sucked through the gates
Classic!
The Mick
Mick Mercer
Some thoughts on each song:
Todd Monkeypants
-El Demento
Evil On My Mind
Micke H
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