Half-assed کے بول

Egyptian tombs and fried mushrooms I beg my mummy to nurse my wound Belinda’s trashed her liver smashed potatoes mashed Reality check cashed King Arthur’s court We piss and snort branding thighs and swilling port Belinda’s bound to tables round Cascading bra finds the candelabra Young infested theorists half assed and nearly dead Spout novels of benevolence to counter what she said Claim you’re European you’re as good as in her bed We dragged that body back Half assed as she was choking like a seismograph There in the gunk squealing “Get me drunk” Tonight I cringe to think of the thoughts I thunk