Those poor bastards

Hoist that skirt

Those poor bastards
Hoist that skirt above your knee
And comb the demons from your hair
Kiss me with them evil lips
If its wrong, well, I don't really care

'Cause I wanna feel darlin'
I wanna feel, like I'm livin'
One more time, let me feel like I'm livin'

It's like I'm in a wheelchair
And my neck is trapped within a noose
Maybe I've had too much booze
Yeah, that's a fuckin' good excuse

That's my hand upon your leg
Like a fish dead upon the shore
I know it's hard to look at me
Close your eyes, my dear, forever more

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