Live & direct from Babylon, the oddments, the verbal diarreah of one Donkey Cock, Having been a globe trotting musician, kickin it with da Bumblebeez every freakin where, from Braidwood to L.A., One see's some nasty thangs, some great women, some total utter douche bags & of coarse some weird open tunings, that only Bloodnut , Myself & ex rose tattoo Guit Legend John wilt ever remember to forget, I digress, Love is like porridge, WRONG!, Love is like an enema, Love is never having to smell Nazi armpit, Love gave my music teacher a nervous breakdown, Love is the last ditch effort to score in some seedy dive around midnight while some dero's steal yer hub caps, Love is the drug, Love is a poem scrawled in red texta in a redneck punk rock bar on a toilet wall next to some, punk desperado man whores number, Love breaks his heart & after blowing the bass player (& sed bass players life savings) He hangs himself with a microphone cord from the front of stage, whilst no body intervenes, Love wouldve saved DeeDee Ramones (i know he didnt hang himself) soul, but didnt, some say god is love?! I say satan is love, Buddha is lust, Allah is great, kitchens a mess, As i sit here in my cold dank trailer, it smells of patchouli, smoke & stale guiness, Me wonders, wot r the freaks I went to High school doin? dogFacebook aint no place for a skeet fightin man....
Love heckles the artist, love drives a man so insane with jealousy, he climbs to the embankment above a free way & opens fire with a high powered weapon, On a DEA agent , not because the agent bastard cut his lunch, just cos he's a cretin who cant score....
