'69

My dick miss your mouth
My tongue miss your cunt
Back then in the 69
we surrounded the fire
and dance with passionate lust

My tones killed father
My strums fuck mother
Back then in the 69
we surrounded the fire
and dance with passionate lust

O, let us make this cermon alive
Take a knive make a hole on the earth
we give her cunt she fuck us up
we give her mouth she suck us in
she give us dick we put it in
she give us tongue we lick it up

All men are no brothers in this land of copulation
We gather here to kill each other
            sonfathergrandfatherancestor
Hear me saying:
            The Fittest Will Fuck
            The Mother
                   The Queen of bees
                     In the time we strung our strings
                               In the '69.

Margonda, 291006