Rookwood f..cking Below The Flag
You'll find the knife you buried in my heart dumped in
shit
You could say it went straight through me
Like a poorly cooked meal
Or a preacher's ramblings
In one ear, out the other
Just like a bullet
Open minded
Long winded
In one end
Out the other
I used the scar you left me as a banner
So if you should return for me one day
Know that you'll find me with her
The one you wanted dead
And we'll be f..cking below the flag
Open minded
Prolonged, extended
In one end
Out the other
Well, there's nothing quite like it
I suggest you try it
Bodies writhe beneath symbols of autonomy
With all the pride of a political fallacy
Fellatio is all the more satisfying
In one end
Out the other
f..cking below
f..cking below the flag
