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all of your relations are milking stones,
you find squeezing is so pleasing,
that wringing's your only way,
but you'll never get a drop from your milking stones,
just your callous and your malice,
and your deified decay,
milking stones for Monday,
there's an advantage to press,
so your weening down the one way,
in ceremonial undress,
you and your milking stones for Monday,
you'd be drinking every drop,
but you're just another stone,
that wasn't even piled on top,
(WOOOOO!!!....cramp,)
why you gotta treat me like a milking stone?
that endeavor's long been severed,
I'm not even your main squeeze,
now your raising up your flesh to be milking stones,
to pinion your dominion,
in a circle of harpies,
milking stone,
why you gotta treat me like a,
(squeeze...squeeze)
milking stone,
why you gotta treat me like a,
milking stones for Monday,
every heart throb is a hook,
that you've been barbing hoping someday,
you'll be given what you took,
and everyone owes you a bleeding,
so you're leech farming the sores,
and you set your claws a-kneading,
in the pittance of my pores,
(WOOOOO!!!...cramp...)
- Genre
- Heavy Meddle