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You motion me over, you need a hugMeaningful contact, a sloppy kissA helping hand except it's all a shamYou're most foul my palIt's all a bash of needles and gnashingSnarling nodding headsFrom you, my friend, my buddy, my palWhat's all the fuss, where's your stomachWhy all the phony moodsWhat's with the guilt, why bring me inThis sort of thing takes twoYou better wake upSleep is for animals and kidsI am the warden - I'll take your bloodI hear you squawk in the canopySee you up there beating on your chestYou poor thing, it seems your heart is brokenIt's broke in twoYou make a mess of things againJacking off into the mouths of a dozen dogsLeering into the mirrorSinging to your fetid lapWhat's all the commotion, Letras de cancionesSlow down, it won't be as bad as all thatKeep it in front of you, think it outPut your finger on itYou'd better watch yourself, watch itWhen I get through with youYou won't be a man, you'll be a smellI am the warden - I'll take your bloodI'm laughing it upAt times like this it seems I always doI slap you up, cheer you up, make you upIt's a going thingI do a little dance - a jigYou check me out, you're joining inThe whole place is spinning as we spew it outA whole graveyard fullI do an extra extra fancy step'cause I know it's my turn nextI am the warden - I'll take your blood From Letras Mania