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There was a young boyhaving lonely eyeshe always takes his time.His ma was mad and rudewith the cognac and fake jewelsKissed her, she met her squealinglike a dozen baby seals.She says she's gotta go outgots to get out, gotta get goin'lots of work to be done,she's got a lot of shit to do.She squeezed her fifth in a dressa real top dress, a real red dressFair was swinging low like hobos on skin thoughThe boy got scared and knew she'd come home latetoo late, twistin' the mouth off like bottle copsspinnin' bottles like a street ratIt takes four or five gorillas just to keep that bitch still.Scumbags and crookscock-suckersthings are getting stickycrumbbums and slutsHe's got Johnny's brother's axhe's gonna cut poor mommy in twoLetras de cancionesthree, four, fivetwo, three, four, fiveFive AM he heard the dead bolt slipand the door fell openslammed open too hardHe heard two voices moistand grapplin 'bout choicesHe wonders why they couldn't have taken their shoes offthey still got their shoes on, he thoughtThis is a household, my hometake off your goddamn shoes!It was awful talk, god awful talk"Deeper, angel... deeper!""What a big fat one you got!"Just hold your tongue,this won't take long.And he started swingingand he kept on swingingtil mommy and her friendlost that sick liquid look in their eye.It take four or five gorillas just to keep this ax still.Scumbags and crookscock-suckersthings are getting stickycrumbbums and slutsHe's got a big, bloody axhe's gonna bury with mommy, toothree, four, fivetwo, three, four, fivefifteen, twenty-five, eighty-five tonight! From Letras Mania