Hackworth you will die
you will die, you will die
Hackworth you will die!
his kisses and lecherous lickings
the multitude of his scurrile kisses
corner of church, near the sacristy
feeling much better 'bout the monast'ry!
as your tissues are breached you will die
as your defenses are trammeled...
Hackworth you will die
you will die, you will die
Hackworth you will die!
work your way into this delicious crack
good "piss-swallowing," yeah!
o delicious fundaments!
"do you want to sh**?," he asks
expiatory sacrifice
why Jesus Christ are such questions still asked?
as your tissues are breached you will die
as your defenses are trammeled...
never stray from path of rectitude
has sh** out of who*e's a**es, bolts turds
blotting the past of the deceased
forever fixed in a phobic body!