fuck her like you paid for it - bodies in the gears of the apparatus lyrics

she was blue light holiday.
this kids’ smell could burn out the moon.
i sat and smiled with the gunman.
he seemed okay, and i knew that i was too.
it will die, but does it feel a thing?
let me p-ss the bomb.
don’t worry about anything i’m here to take care of you.
c-m wh-r-, when are you working my way, c-nt?