Knees Lyrics

It´s getting a little bit whimsical

But my weather is becoming typical.

You know her,

bent over

the knee over Christian soldier.



He smacks like a stack-packed mack truck

and I´ll be moving like a mojo out of luck

Do-Re-Mi

Don´t rape me,

your crucifix wouldn´t fucking fit in me.



Your faith is becoming predictable

moving against everything instinctual.

Unholy

but not lonely.

Wasn´t going to hell till you told me.