Lust Chamber lyrics
by Couch Slut
Your alien neon ripe
You expect
Rye, your aching
Barren seed
Tie you another one
God it stinked
f*ck you dry 'till you're dead
f*ck you dry 'till you're dead
I make it a point never to like a slave
I sure don't like you
Here your status is no more than a f*ckin' dog
But you're gonna make mistakes
Every slave does
I don't like repeat offenders
It gets me very upset