Aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah
Oooh
This man may have a shitload to prove
Got to settle a score against the groove
Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain
Like thunder to my ears, like a holy rain
Aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah
An aural wall of waking, awash in purple paint
And a digging of the flowers in your yard
Electric rays of healing, intensify the feeling
Of hatred towards the things you say I ain't
Aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah
Fear a man-child, his soul and semen
Pathetic thoughts he thinks forever
Heard you caused a landslide walking home
Saw you slide the man-child under your coat, yo!
Product of your generation
Product of your masturbation
Product of a master plan
Product of a holy man
Product of infanticide
Product of decaying minds
Product of mass corruption
The product and
Production
Production
Aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah
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