Shamen Raspberry Infundibulum
Growing large in a small room, with a sickly air
I was blind to principle, in the neon glare
A gutter goddess with a practice smile
Is the bringer of rough temptation
To another unworthy worshipper, for a small consideration
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Artificial ecstasy, covered every trace
Of the bleak antipathy, underneath her face
So I rushed to the finish of a twisted tale
That I knew was less than holy
Did it sin, dear father? Shall I burn in hell?
For I quite enjoyed the story
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum
