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golden swastikas of the sun – homosexual gladiators of akhenaten كلمات اغاني

the game is on wipe the jizz off the remote
six inch wieners going down my throat
ice cold beers are getting hard
sun disc wings on my credit card

the witching hour and i’m jerking off
f_ckin’ a we made it to the big playoff
mouthfuls of soft wet flame broiled beef
binding the spirit of thy footbaal belief

in the valley of hinnom with sweet and sour glaze
while we m_st_rbate united by the lunar phase
holding thy beer at the angle of erection
in my onion rings i see the golden section

obelisks have risen and they’re taking aim
shooting their baals in oannes name
the f_ggot tim horton’s has gone f_cking rotten
h0m_s_xual gladiators of akhenaten

his spirit shall go forth creamy and whipped
cheerleaders inc_ntations double dipped
the nacho cheese oozes from the chili dogs meat
the white breast tenders start to overheat

sucking on a p_n_s made of gourmet ice cream
the ghost of amon_ra fl!ckers onto my screen
re_embedding those waves as i rape my date

in the valley of hinnom with sweet and sour glaze
while we m_st_rbate united by the lunar phase
holding thy beer at the angle of erection
in my onion rings i see the golden section

obelisks have risen and they’re taking aim
shooting their baals in oannes name
the f_ggot tim horton’s has gone f_cking rotten
h0m_s_xual gladiators of akhenaten

please oannes let us win this one
you can have my wife and my only son
please tutankhamun let us win this game
i’ll spill my seed in your ancient name

in the eye of ra and the entwined snake
a delicious sausage slides into the pancake
on the altar of tefnut and her sacred rains
i sacrificed the infant and i ate its brains

yes oannes let me be your slave
the grand architect of the footbaal game
yes anubis you are my lord
let me clean the cheezies off the ouija board
with my hungry man meat in your delicate sauce
we will win this game in the name of thoth
your hidden valley dressing has the taste i love
spreading the wings of the morning dove

please solomon it’s the final game
make us win, fornicate in my grave
stuffing those sh_lls with some hearty beef
dripping thy blood on the clover leaf

- golden swastikas of the sun

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