filterpops hymne

meet them at the nearest store
they join me like a fetus whore
flicking hard the gassy stick
and burn it up straight rising dick
they always say they're very bad
but i think they're just a little mad
they give me time to digest my soda
bringing just a tiny bit of euphoria
faking fake get over it
when all the pricks of la vie hit
i burn them all
they shrink and fall
my filterpops beside my bed
i dry you up i clean you dead
and yet they wait at the nearest store
to join me like a fetus whore

{ lyric corner volume 01, 2006 }