Alchemisland

Eating your girl out

Gowl mouth on the couch

Using my hand, like I’m trying to find where she’s couching pounds

Abusing my gland, crashland in the coochie badlands

Getting pounded saying Ouch, no tapping in the first round

Feet up with boots on, I’m not houseproud

Don’t be shy, you can shout the house down

Not the night before Christmas but not a mouse’s around

Nothing on underneath, kimono-style housegown

Nothing on above the streets, shit’s rolling through the underground

Pillows the softest shit available, spiderwebs and mousedown

Wetter than when you’ve had a douser ’round

Higher than Djouce, diet an ounce

Hiker’s stomping ground, sometimes you just have to get out

Meds spread out on the bedspread, we’re heading out

Club nights the Med, must have lights on heads how we’re selling out

Pounding nose dust and belling clowns

Astounding nose dose that’d make Steve-O proud

Half a hawker’s life just standing around, talking about life

Knife-edge lap like, stories that’re kinda ripe

How history seems to rhyme

Everything twice, swear that on the Bible this time.