Daughters
the ghost with the most
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we held down miles of my own vomit
just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.
(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child,
or maybe some one did too much)
complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve.
let's see the look on your face when i make it work.
if every woman was a continent, i would be napoleon.
yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate.
i want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips.
i'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes,
like the k-9 nose to your crotch.
i want to watch you undress through the keyhole.
you make me cum like never before.
blah blah blah blah.
- Album:
- Daughters
- Hell Songs
- Canada Songs
- Daughters (7")
- Miscellaneous
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- Death to Fake Screamo
- Release the Bats
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 31
- Rock Sound: Bugging Your Ears, Volume 133
- Rock Sound: Sound Check, Volume 88
- Release the Bats: The Birthday Party as Heard Through the...
- S/T
- Live at CBGB
- The First Supper - Single
- Long Road, No Turns
- Satan in the Wait
- The Reason They Hate Me