GRAF ORLOCK lyrics : "Personal Stuff"
seeing a grown man piss his pants. Hes a fort of misplaced rage, name your
clich, mother held him too much, or not at all, late night sneaky uncle, now hes
so angry, moments of levity cause him pain. $#&@ you trailer trash, gag and bag
this !@(^ muffin. I'd rather crush his larynx with my boot. What is this %#@!?
Its my daugter, I don't care if it's the weeping mamma of Christ. What if I told
you insane was working 50 hours a week for 50 years? Now you talk semantics.
What the $#&@ was that?
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