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"Grinding Process" – 2:44 | |||
Originally from [[Six Songs (album)|Six Songs]] (1986, vinyl) | |||
Also appears on [[Eight Songs (album)|Eight Songs]] (1991, vinyl), [[10 Songs (album)|10 Songs]] (1991, CD) and [[26 Songs (album)|26 Songs]] (2003, CD). | |||
== Lyrics == | |||
I think you tryin to tear | |||
But I stick with her spit | |||
Keep thinking comic lines | |||
Of those less fortunate | |||
I must exterminate | |||
The lucky haunted few | |||
With my lottery. | |||
My fingers need it back | |||
It curles around her neck | |||
She chokes her dying breath | |||
And blows it in my face | |||
Her sticky ploppy sticks | |||
To my more waiting flesh | |||
And blood runs from her mouth | |||
For my last kiss to taste | |||
For my last kiss to taste | |||
I know that it's wrong | |||
But I'm waiting to see | |||
How very long I can keep up the pace. | |||
'''Grinding Process''' | |||
Prevent you stratus, yeah | |||
I snick it husband | |||
Make me tall with lies | |||
Loose lips torture me | |||
Mus ditch romalaid | |||
Lick me, continue | |||
With my ladder ray | |||
Finger painted black | |||
Goes around her neck | |||
Chokes with giant blood | |||
Losing my face | |||
Stick it lonely streatch | |||
Strive one, wasted wretch | |||
No runs rumor now | |||
Who's my last gift to taste? | |||
For my last kiss to taste | |||
Now I know that it's mound, but | |||
The way it will be | |||
How very long | |||
If I could trick it to be. | |||
''Submitted By Rene'' | |||
'''Grinding Process''' | |||
sitting in your smile chair | |||
I sniff here lips and spit | |||
he keeps on calling lies | |||
of those less fortunate | |||
I must exterminate | |||
the lucky hunch and guilt | |||
I win my lottery | |||
My fingers need a bath | |||
he moves around and licks | |||
she chokes her dying breath | |||
and does it in my face | |||
her sticky druggy sticks | |||
to my more waiting flesh | |||
it doesn't number mine | |||
for my last kiss to taste | |||
for my last kiss to taste | |||
that I know it is wrong | |||
but I'm waiting to see | |||
how very long I can keep up the pace | |||
'''GRINDING PROCESS''' | |||
sitting in your smile chair | |||
I sniff here lips and spit | |||
he keeps on calling lies | |||
of those less fortunate | |||
I must exterminate | |||
the lucky hunch and guilt | |||
I win my lottery | |||
My fingers need a bath | |||
he moves around and licks | |||
she chokes her dying breath | |||
and does it in my face | |||
her sticky druggy sticks | |||
to my more waiting flesh | |||
it doesn't number mine | |||
for my last kiss to taste | |||
for my last kiss to taste | |||
that I know it is wrong | |||
but I'm waiting to see | |||
how very long I can keep up the pace | |||
''Submitted by Blizzard07@aol.com'' | |||
Revision as of 02:21, 29 August 2007
"Grinding Process" – 2:44
Originally from Six Songs (1986, vinyl)
Also appears on Eight Songs (1991, vinyl), 10 Songs (1991, CD) and 26 Songs (2003, CD).
Lyrics
I think you tryin to tear
But I stick with her spit
Keep thinking comic lines
Of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
The lucky haunted few
With my lottery.
My fingers need it back
It curles around her neck
She chokes her dying breath
And blows it in my face
Her sticky ploppy sticks
To my more waiting flesh
And blood runs from her mouth
For my last kiss to taste
For my last kiss to taste
I know that it's wrong
But I'm waiting to see
How very long I can keep up the pace.
Grinding Process
Prevent you stratus, yeah
I snick it husband
Make me tall with lies
Loose lips torture me
Mus ditch romalaid
Lick me, continue
With my ladder ray
Finger painted black
Goes around her neck
Chokes with giant blood
Losing my face
Stick it lonely streatch
Strive one, wasted wretch
No runs rumor now
Who's my last gift to taste?
For my last kiss to taste
Now I know that it's mound, but
The way it will be
How very long
If I could trick it to be.
Submitted By Rene
Grinding Process
sitting in your smile chair
I sniff here lips and spit
he keeps on calling lies
of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
the lucky hunch and guilt
I win my lottery
My fingers need a bath
he moves around and licks
she chokes her dying breath
and does it in my face
her sticky druggy sticks
to my more waiting flesh
it doesn't number mine
for my last kiss to taste
for my last kiss to taste
that I know it is wrong
but I'm waiting to see
how very long I can keep up the pace
GRINDING PROCESS
sitting in your smile chair
I sniff here lips and spit
he keeps on calling lies
of those less fortunate
I must exterminate
the lucky hunch and guilt
I win my lottery
My fingers need a bath
he moves around and licks
she chokes her dying breath
and does it in my face
her sticky druggy sticks
to my more waiting flesh
it doesn't number mine
for my last kiss to taste
for my last kiss to taste
that I know it is wrong
but I'm waiting to see
how very long I can keep up the pace
Submitted by Blizzard07@aol.com