Philip Jose Farmer letra

Greasy hand up my skirt while the other raids my purse
Friend you've proven quite the flirt
Lips call an offer
Teeth dressed like a wolfs
My reply, "no thankyou, i'm good."

Is there any good idea lame assholes won't steal? not that i've seen.
Is there a single thing their floors won't strip clean? no, not that i've seen.

Oil lamp provides light for the camp but doesn't scare away the forest
A wild beast ever put to pasture? or is it an always constant struggle?

Is there any good idea lame assholes won't steal? not that i've seen.
Is there a single thing their floors won't strip clean? no, not that i've seen.

Who would've thought you'd adress me, well you did. i've rarely seen such creed.
It's a nest full of a million mouths who are always ready to feed

Oh, you treasure the thought that you're cool and all but its nastiche(sp?) at best. you wish you could hold my brain but i regret to convey that your arms will reach around my balls

End Of A Year - Letras

• 60 Degrees 10 Seconds After It Rains
• Annandale
• Beleaders
• If You're Not Into It, You're Dead
• Midwest
• Philip Jose Farmer
• The Birthplace Of Plastic