- Your Ankles To Your Earlobes -
God Bless Your Black Heart
Lyrics: Track 09
Shame, shame on you
And your sweet head on the pillow
Take you’re your pills, dear, let the hair grow
Take a knee, believe you me
With ankles to your earlobes
Bite your lip, dear. Make a wish, girl
Bless your heart. Bless your heart. Bless your heart.
Pox, a pox on you!
So what do you have to say for yourself
When the gangbang’s done and there’s no one left to appease?
Aren’t you fetching, with finger-cuffs and knocked knees
We make a warm bed for the Yankees
Bless your heart
Bless your heart, bless your heart, bless your heart
So Abby, it’s too late for me
I left a notebook on the shelf. Just take the kids and save yourself
My little Abby, and soon they’ll come for me
Just tell my son that I’m sorry
I’ll disappear. You now are free
And Abby, it’s too late for me
I left a checkbook on the shelf. Just take the kids and save yourself
My sweet Abby, I hope you die laughing
All fat and cheeky on your warm bed
The raven, the culture won’t circle your head
My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly
I hope your thoughts don’t drift to me
I’ll die in here. You now are free
You now are free
My precious thing
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