Republicans In Love lyrics

Song information

Artist: Thought Industry
Album: Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh

Lyrics

Sorry, I'm drunk dear. it happens all the time
Honestly, I thought I loved you. too bad you're so
Damn lame. scare me with the chance to die by people i
Would call friends. I guess it's a lovely trick. I probably
Should enlist

Grind me meaty. wash me holy. chew me crust
Bloody. spit on me. you know I trust you dead

Gop's oily sudsing. attempting to wash what won't
Rub. flossing gums, then licking bottoms. nonchalant
They're gropping crotches. raped green by forty ounces
Shiny bliss. my cocky drunk grin. pretentious for
Deceiving you. you're gullible for believing me

Grip cold drink starless starlet. you're the stench that
Sates him. his zipper's sticky on sunday morn. ron's a
Fist of cement late for breakfast

Emmanuel kant. hamshackles, and first and ten
June bugs lick the horses teeth smiling in the grave of
Summer. assume texas stance. moled south for
Houston. toads dismembering flies. ill-behooved to
Miss them

I tend to think we are free

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