Confucius Songtext

von Bhayanak Maut

Confucius --
Throne!
Alone
Cold
Thrown!
Away
Mourn
To fill it up again
We don't need a martyr
To fill it up again

Warm deceit.
Warm seed. warm the seat.
You will . yes, you will.
Remain!
You will. yes, you will.

Be - fore -you
Wear the crown just like your maker.
Take - charge
Sit down. point - your - fin - ger
Leave - your - seed
Spray - it - out
Be - hind

Don't - it - get - so - hard
To - make
Another fear. admit that you were never ready.
Force - your - self - inside
That - head
Im - pris - oned. now don't drop your soap.
Sink your feet
Sin free. born a freak.
They will never see.
Will you?!
You will. yes, you will.

You - wish - you
Grew a six pack like your maker.
Take - alms
Beg now thrust your arm - out
Your - third - arm
Bends - to - the - right
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I bring you eggs. i bring you milk. you pay me.
I take your wife. you take my bike. we're trading.
You suck my cock. i bless you son. it's holy.

Don't - it - get - so - hard
Bet - ween
When the father drops his pants and pops your cherry
Forced - his - way - inside
Your - bed
Drink up now. no fas - ting.

My father
In bed
Hold me closer
Your cross it dangles on your chest
You @#$%^&*
I will. nev - er.
Play hide and seek with you.
Because. i know.
Your snake will find its hole.

I bring you home. a pizza. you don't tip.
You scratch your crotch. you shake her hand. she's pregnant.
You go to sleep. you wake up. you're drooling.
Those new sheets. are ruined. fuck you.
You go to church. the priest winks. you're sweating.
Half the guys in shillong are wetting.
We're outta lines.
We make fun of pom-pom.
Pom pom pom pom pom pom