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''Submitted by Blizzard07@aol.com''
''Submitted by Blizzard07@aol.com''
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"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