Cherry Poppin Daddies - Diabolic Tastemaker - Sözleri

Tentacles are groping Jelly stained reptile brained We crawled out of the sea Formless and squishy And still we have these minds And that fishy kinda flux Slippery as a slug Like an octopussy swimmin' All unglued, loose and ballooned Licorice gas our hearts our ass In a bath of lemonade You don't understand your minds' music No balls, tour walls Breeding life Lacks a funky bass I got solar system space I got diabolic tastemake  Got my source of creation  Tongue is red givin' head Angle eyes to skyward There's a mustache comm' down Lickin' up the moon A self portrait in vomit I spit it in the rug Look inside, there you'll find Creative acts in liquid I'm of noble blood I got spanked when i yanked niagra falls I crashed her gash Smearin' doo doo on the walls Goddesses of beauty, i worship your booty I suffered in her succotash  I got diabolic tastemaker Got my source of creation

														   

														   



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