There’s no room for me inside you
Our collective wish is quite a stretch
My shaft needs to throw up

(Mescaline in my balls)

I hope this won’t offend God

I can see the fur but I can’t have my fun
I can see the meat but I can’t get my treat
I can see the wood but this ain’t any good
I smell the chewing gum so close to the bum

There is no escape from the funnel
The event horizon blocked by thrusting bisons
I’d better push my way there
My stamina going down
Cocaína, vitamina
Prepaid gas pumps
For the foxes who roam the streets
My pole is going soft
Caught between all these small animals
Respiratory airway occlusion
(Mescaline in my balls)

Subjected to delightful abuse
Subdued by injected cash flow
Bears with all nails clipped
The power of fists compels you

All of our miseries
Jammed into a vagina/cunt/rack
I want you to drink the mescaline in my balls!