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POISONBLACK lyrics : "Home Is Where The Sty Is"

A pig sweat-dripping
Scratching his balls a male
Since day one the lowest self-esteem, bound to fail


Not a single word
Small talk is done with a fist

Suicidal
Heirloom shotguns and opened wrists


Talks like a stroke in slow motion
Feeling fine, not a day over dead
Drop-dead-ugly, $#&@ed up abortion

%#@!s while eats, same inside head

This is what northern men are made of

This how northern men are made

Hey honey, don't care what's your name is

Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I'm your man
Hey honey, flowers belong on graves
I'll drag you down in the shades of shame

Nevertheless I'm your man

Yes I am!


A true self-loather
Head stuck tight in the noose

When given bottle sings his rueful blues through the booze

And them women

Anything goes of course
A masturbator
Yet a long-time fan of intercourse


Agora-xeno-homophobic
An ignorant redneck to the bone

Home is where the vacant sty is
With balls erected the seeds are sown


This is what northern men are made of
This how northern men are made


Hey honey, don't care what's your name is
Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I'm your man
Hey honey, flowers belong on graves

I'll drag you down in the shades of shame
Nevertheless I'm your man


Yes I am!

Hey honey, don't care what's your name is

Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I'm your man
Hey honey, flowers belong on graves
I'll drag you down in the shades of shame

Nevertheless I'm your man

Yes I am!


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