Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue

In a circular motion

Tie it off, cause it will bleed



There is no sound in here

A dim bulb swinging slowly



As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested

As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell

The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell

All our lives will get tried



Sugar cut eighty-eight percent, doggy style pin prick

Seventies bush, eighties bald



There is no sound in here

A dim bulb swinging slowly



There went my precious self

Last chance to see where prayer will lead you...



As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested

As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell

The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell

All our lives will get tried



Test it, study it

Think about it when you're lying in a ditch