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GWAR

Pre-Skool Prostitute

 

Pre-Skool Prostitute

(album: Carnival Of Chaos - 1997)


Pre-skool prostitute!

Pre-skool prostitute!
Pre-skool prostitute!
Pre-skool prostitute!
Pre-skool prostitute!

I saw a friend just the other day
He didn't have too much to say
He looked crazy, he looked insane
He couldn't talk because his tongue was in flames

And then he tried to run away
From some chick that was coming this way
I think I thought I knew who she was
Just a little junkie whore that's a big ugly scuz

I didn't have to go too far
Flashed 20 bucks and she got in the car
Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family through school

'Cause she's a real tough mama when she wears women's clothes
Everybody knows she's got a bone through her nose
She's really hot
He's hawking snot
But when she gets home
Daddy's all over her twat

Pre-skool prostitute
All the drugs that you can shoot
Pre-skool prostitute
A slave to the brute

I finally gave up, let her do what she please
Wouldn't have sex with her 'cause I got a disease
But she told a sad story 'bout a family in woe
She was getting fingered by her daddy's big toe

He was the first
It was the worst
She came in a limo and she left in a hearse
She got to five
She's still alive
Better call the bug man 'cause your twat is a hive

Pre-skool prostitute
All the drugs that you can shoot
Anything you want little girl
Anything except my [?]
Pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool

Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family through school
'Cause she's a real tough mama and she wears women's clothes
Everybody knows she's got a bone through her nose

You're barely out of diapers and you're wearing a wig
You might be a baby but you smell like a pig
You became five
You're still alive
Call the bug man 'cause your twat is a hive

Your naughty nanny
Your grumpy granny
Rusty tire iron hanging out your fanny
You little English schoolgirl, you

Vengeance is mine
(Pre-skool prostitute)
Vengeance is mine (Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken...)
(Pre-skool prostitute)
Vengeance is mine (Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken...)
(Pre-skool prostitute)
Vengeance is mine

Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine (Vengeance is mine)
(Pre-skool prostitute)
Vengeance is mine
(Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken...)
Vengeance is mine

done

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