Check out that cervix, it's not very well
Check out that cervix, it will end up in hell
I trashed it with my big fat cock
Then I stuffed in in a sock
There's a tennis racket under my bed
A monument to girls who give head
Eight or nine cervixes stuck in it's strings
Imagine the kind of luck a thing like that brings
Roll it around with your finger
Squish it up with your thumbs
Take it out to Disneyland
Wrap it up in bubblegum
There's a tennis racket under my bed
A monument to girls who give head
Eight or nine cervixes stuck in it's strings
Imagine the kind of luck a thing like that brings
Hanging from the thinnest thread
Look at that cervix, it's almost dead
Chowing down on a Christmas tree
Broke a cervix tonight, maybe three
I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth