Besedila: Daughters. I Slept With The Daughters And All I Got Was This Lousy Song Written About Me.

spread your thighs like a cancer let me see what's inside.
your pale body has that graveyard charm.
those desperate looks have got me diggin so deep.
i bury my head in the crown pushes please, please.
she's the maid in the masquerade.
i'm the employee asleep at the factory.