Pork Sword

Lyrics
Turn off the lights, no one's around The TV's on, but there's no sound The stage is set, a dressing gown The pig is greased, and going down Here's to private celebration You're the only one that ever knows You remove all your frustrations All hands on deck, steady as she goes Glorification, pulverization, exhilaration Nothing compares to this The more I need it, the more I feel it Appreciation, infatuation The more I feel it, the more I need it You start to sweat You pull it tight You're short of breath It feels alright The punishment for you naughty girls Your parting gift a string of pearls Here's to private celebration You're the only one that ever knows You remove all your frustrations All hands on deck, steady as she goes Imagination, retaliation, evacuation Nothing compares to this The more I need it, the more I feel it Manipulation, paralyzation The more I feel it, the more I need it The pretty disease, you're aiming to please Now fall to your knees, and swallow it, swallow it And choke on a high, you're lonely goodbye It's leaving you dry, now beg for it, beg for it The porno parade, you dropped a grenade Call in the brigade and let loose the cannon balls It's starting to slip, so tighten your grip And down goes the ship, now swallow it, swallow it Here's to private celebration You're the only one that ever knows You remove all your frustrations All hands on deck, steady as she goes Here's to private celebration You're the only one that ever knows You remove all your frustrations All hands on deck, steady as she goes The more I need it, the more I feel it The more I feel it, the more I need it
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