Flies all green n buzzin, in this dungeon of desrair, Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair. A tiny light from a window hole, a hundred yards away, is all they ever get to know, about the regular light in the day. And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin,weepin greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works And the torture never stops. Slime n rot, rats n snot, n vomit on the floor, fifty ugly soldier man holdin srears by the iron door, knives n spikes n guns, and the likes of every tool of pain, and a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop where the blood goes down the drain. And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin,weepin greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works And the torture never stops. Flies all green n buzzin, in this dungeon of desrair, An evil prince eats a steamin pig, in a chamber right near there He eats the snouts and the trotters first; the loins n the groins are soon despersed His carvin style is well rehearsed He stands and shouts, all men be cursed. And desagree, hell no one durst. He is the best of course of all the worst. Same wrong been done, he done it fist And he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin, weepin greenish drops in the night of the iron sausage, where the torture never stops. Flies all green n buzzin, in this dungeon of desrair, Who are all those people, that he is locked away down there Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they zeros, someone painted? it has never been explained, since at first it was created, but a dangeon like a sin, requires not much lockin in of everything thats ever been. Look at her, look at him, Thats whats the deal, were dealin in! -Κάποιους στίχους, μάλλον τους κατάπιε ο Captain (μαζί με τα ποτά!) Αντε, καλό μήνα!!! youtu.be/6frfeIdln6Y
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 19:17:33 +0000
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