Good Luck To You

Apocalypse Hoboken

Salami skin and greasy hair a bullish trout he tried to scare
A cornucopia of trivial solutions
A brand new law of constitutions
Drunk on cock he's licking his lips
Sucking milk from sagging tits
A puppy dog is what you are
A dirty dog is all you are
Try not to wonder of all the blunders that have reeked with yellow sweat
Sore with reaction a pulling extraction that leaves you with baited breath
Could of should of and maybe you would of blasted through the skin of contempt
It's not like a fable that ends with a moral instead you have nothing left
Good luck to you and all you do to win the fight