Bill destroy our Stealth
but they'll ne'er take . . . our freedom!!
Love Mel in a kilt
:blush:
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Bill destroy our Stealth
but they'll ne'er take . . . our freedom!!
Love Mel in a kilt
:blush:
Love Mel in a kilt
Naïve lass toys with oldest sin
Praise that temptation
Praise that temptation
All is fair in love and war
Some things never change
Some things never change
Once that drive takes hold of you
That serpent's too sweet
That serpent's too sweet
Danger lurks for the naive
Until it's too late
Until it's too late
She drifts through the dreary stars
Looking for home
Looking for home,
Where Death scatters the roses
Of deep deep saffron.
Of deep, deep saffron-
Ragged wildflowers grow here.
A year of worship!
A year of worship
Wasn't half as much fun as
Six months of whoreship
Six months of whoreship
It got old. I got older.
Oldest profession
Oldest Profession
Deep lines show the years of work
Hard, faded mattress
Hard, faded mattress
Lying, sleepless on this bed
Conversing with Death
Conversing with Death -
Her hat is unbecoming.
"Away," I tell her!
"Away" I tell her
get thee gone foul fiend person
redundency strikes
"Away!" I tell her.
Don't need to take fashion tips
From the grim reaper