Heartless and Disorientated

get your head out of the gutter

i'll show you mine if you show me yours

your sex pistol and

my eight-inch

yeah, my

eight-inch,

fifty-give calliber GUN

Get Your Head Out of the Fucking Gutter.
 
Well,
i'll shoot you if you shoot me too, so what d'you say, sugar?

to marriage vows in the form of our insides-turned-outsides,
our blood on the walls,
and our grey matter staining the drapes?

a cannon hole in the plaster,
what a way to go