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Mr. Dada
Prostitute
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Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, fuck
That was three years, three years spent
Passing by your window with a lot of lead
Lost under the silent season
Held to a brooding contortionist dance
Calling Satan out of leisure, now presenting
The Sultan Al-Bokhari, the prince and his caliph
Here marks three years of
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Here marks three years of, ah
Here marks three years of
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Here marks four years
Four years, four years of my life lost
So why don't you come to my house?
And knock upon my door?
And if you object
Oh-oh-oh, if you object
It'll be by my design
As it's always been, as it'll always be
Now I buy and sell people like you
And now I buy and sell people like you
I buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, ah
And, ah, fuck
I've rallied the rot, the pale gaudy punks
And, ah, fuck
I ran that bitch with the crack of a whip
And, ah, fuck
I've offered a beheading, my death, their wish
And, ah, fuck
For their penance, they submit a sacrament of flesh
Open fire on a crowd
Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child
Open fire on a crowd
King for the day, tomorrow, a clown
And when you refer to me
And when you refer to me
And when you call me by name
I'll be known as Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Wrapped in white women
Wrapped in white women
Wrapped in white women
Wrapped in white women, ah-ah-ah
This torso ran its course
I said this torso ran its corso
Corso, corso, corso
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah
And, ah, fuck
I've tallied the days spent ripened to rot
And, ah, fuck
I've summoned the son by the cunt of a witch
And, ah, fuck
They call for bloodletting, for which I am indebted to their wish
And, ah, fuck
In unison, they clamor for their leader's head, ah-ah-ah-ah
Open fire on a crowd
Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child
Open fire on a crowd
Face down, everybody on the ground
Open fire on a crowd
Speak up and I'll shut your fucking mouth
Open fire on a crowd
King for the day, tomorrow, a clown
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