Wipe yourself when you talk to me!

A trickle of sweet drool drips from your prized corners.

Conventional sensual lips,

you do everything just like on TV.

How hard you laugh under your arms

by stirring up your falsified feelings!

Wipe yourself clean

that leaves your fly simpering.

Your love in return

should be shat in your mouth.

Soudain c'était l'merdier | Text, music, images © David Noir