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by Verbal Sludge

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A ballad for a girl with cancer.

lyrics

Fuck cancer.
Get laid.

The way she looks at you with her yellowing eyes
You can tell she wants your face in between her thighs
Get in there really good and try to rattle her bones
Show her your teeny Halloweenie, try to make the girl moan
Tell her if she wanna get, then it's time to get got
Now you're pounding away as her organs rot
titties ain't got cancer, and can take a good spank
Then cut off the supply from her oxygen tank
It'll make her cum harder, so make her cum harder
The key isn't to fuck her silly, 'stead you fuck her smarter
But try your best not to pull her hair
After all, she still wants to keep it all there
She wants to stay presentable while passing away
She wants to still be pretty when they show her at her wake
Don't think about the funeral, don't think about the funeral, don't think about the funeral unless that's what it takes to get you off

Whoa-oa, whoa-oa, whoa
Time to take this dying girl
Whoa-oa, whoa-oa, whoa
And rock her dying world
This may be the end, but it can still be fun
Just give her your all for this one-and-done

Make-a-wish ain't got shit on this
She whispers in your ear as you give her a kiss
"I've always loved you" as your lips reach her neck
You try your best to keep your heart in check

An orgasmic inhale, her dying breath
You fell in love as you fucked her to death
Can't keep it together 'cause you've known her for years
If she weren't already dead, she would be drowning in your tears
Just how long had she kept that in?
Now you'll always wonder what you two could have been
In a different world, on a different day
Maybe you could have eaten her cancer away
Instead you're at her funeral, and can't even speak
Unable to find the solace that you desperately seek
No peace in the final moments that you'd provide her
As her family shakes the last hand that'd been inside her
Go home, find some levity
Try to masturbate to the memory
Recall her lacy thong and her thigh-high socks
At least you put it in her box before they put her in her box

credits

released February 15, 2017
Vladimire Bush - Lead vocals and guitar
Dravin Sparks - Rhythm guitar
Eddie Barnes - Backup Vocals
Jonathan Bush - Drums
Justin Seymour - Producer

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Verbal Sludge Indianapolis, Indiana

An Indianapolis-based band that finds humor in the misfortune of others, and ourselves.

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