Monday, June 2, 2014

Summer music at my house



She'll tantalize me.
Till I got to explode.
When I'm up there with her.
You just go go go.
Then she starts to bite me.
Man I just don't know.
She starts taking chunks of flesh.
Like a dog on a bone.

She's volatile.
She's my baby.
Nitroglycerine.
Nitroglycerine.
Nitroglycerine.

The Gories, c. 1990

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