There's lots of things in a human head. That I hope I never have to touch. She likes the taste of burning flesh. Cannibals eat their love, I'm a sucker for romantic stuff.
There's lots of things in a human head. That I hope I never have to touch. She likes the taste of burning flesh. Cannibals eat their love, I'm a sucker for romantic stuff.
Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming. Just crossed over into Mexico. Lock up your pigsties and your daughters. 'Cause if it moves, you know old Juanito.
In days of old, when ships were bold. Just like the men who sailed them. And if they showed us dis-respect. We'd tie them up and flail them. . Often men of low degree.
"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man". It's angry and slick into her letters writes. Through herself each time, she thinks of him. Trips her way down south into mystery's mouth.