Pathological Frolic Songtext
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Pathological Frolic Songtext
Who is this Geoffrey?
All I see is this cold cadaver
Why is this Geoffrey
Lying in puddles of pus on a gurney?
Tell me of this Geoffrey,
This boy with a noose around his neck;
More about Geoffrey:
Why is he wearing his mother′s bra?
How old was Geoffrey?
At a guess, I'd say
About twelve or thirteen;
He died accidentally
From auto-erotic asphyxiation;
He′d been masturbating...
Our little stiff still has one on
And it's been one week!
The resurrection men
Took their sweet time
Cross-dressed fruit:
What a way to die!
Now he's ours:
The apple of our eve;
Fetch the dead sphincter:
Cold green meat
How did his ass taste?
Tender and sweet...
And then we fucked it...
All I see is this cold cadaver
Why is this Geoffrey
Lying in puddles of pus on a gurney?
Tell me of this Geoffrey,
This boy with a noose around his neck;
More about Geoffrey:
Why is he wearing his mother′s bra?
How old was Geoffrey?
At a guess, I'd say
About twelve or thirteen;
He died accidentally
From auto-erotic asphyxiation;
He′d been masturbating...
Our little stiff still has one on
And it's been one week!
The resurrection men
Took their sweet time
Cross-dressed fruit:
What a way to die!
Now he's ours:
The apple of our eve;
Fetch the dead sphincter:
Cold green meat
How did his ass taste?
Tender and sweet...
And then we fucked it...
Writer(s): Daniel Greening, Florent Mounier, Jonathan Levasseur, Martin Bruce Ferguson, Stephen Thibault Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com