In the beginning was the word;
Lead us not into temptation: For the spirit is willing and flesh be weak.
Yea, as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, thout shallst fear no evil: for my rod and staff shall comfort thee.
In the beginning was the word; and the word became flesh.

Young and fresh in town, feelin’ lonely and down,
gonna blow away a Saturday night?
Well don’t sulk and mope, trust me, I know the ropes,
getya strapped down for the ride of your life.
Screwed blue and tattoo-ing my love into you,
this old dog can teach you new tricks.
Give me an extra mile ‘n’ your playboy style/smile,
(I’m a d..)’madirty habit that you won(‘t)wanna kick.

Gonna make you shake. Gonna make you ache. Gonna make you scream!
Gonna make you sweat. Gonna make you wet. Gonna make you cream/bleed/plead!
Gonna make you pray. Take you every way. Gonna make you squeal!
Gonna make you moan. Gonna make you MOAN! You’re gonna remember me!

BEAST – with two backs!

Beast with two backs!

Gaggin’ for some fun? Die pretty, die young!
Don’t be shy – you’ll go down a treat.
Comin’ thick-and-fast, with an itch to scratch,
my reputation is the word on the streets.
I make dreams come true, so form an orderly queue,
I’m at your call day or night.
No need to beg and plead, for my dirty deeds.
Satisfaction guaranteed every time.

Gonna make you shake. Gonna make you ache. Gonna make you scream!
Gonna make you weak. Gonna make you squeak. Gonna make you cream/bleed/plead!
Gonna make you pray. Make you cry my name! Gonna shoot to thrill!
Fire in the hole! Gonna shoot my LOAD! You’re gonna remember me!

BEAST – with two backs!

Renounce thy wicked past, thine vestments aside cast, anointing oils doth thee cleanse.
Revere His righteous path, submit unto His wrath, self-flagellation shalt thou flense.
Immoral earthly sins, forever shalt relive, beseech me with thy virgin face.
Confess thine dark desires or burn in all Hell’s fires. Flames lick eternal at thy flesh.
(Your flesh! Oh ye-s)


©17.8.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman