The military sobs The missionary jogs Their daughter's cherry popped to various hits round the clock Look at all my shit Fuck you all.gov Pull back the foreskin made of porcelain I wanna fall in love Bad boy The porch angel sings The punks moved to queens The mangers are full up tonight gotta sleep on the f train Wop boppa doobop someone saw a shootout, mama threw your food out, aw the pain, waitresses are chewed out I was eating why'd you do that o im sorry forgot your name Bad boy Played a recording of horns from the 40s She slipped through my fingers but lingers in the synapses like nicotine, you taste her lips There something wrong with me when i'm lonely I know Ma its ok Ill call you next couple days