Bow, once more, to the gods of modern rock-n-roll...
Bacchanal by Clutch
Temptation of indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind
An elegy for fading youth
Welcome to mankind
If you provide the spleen
Then I'll provide the ideal
If I provide a puppet
Will you provide the strings?
Revel in the glory
Of a coming of age
Decades of suppression
Released in a rage
Have mercy
How can I seize the day when it is dusk?
You provide the pull, and I'll provide the thrust
Romance is nothing but a sack of lies
But it is truth which I have come to despise
Bacchanal
If I provide the scene
Will you provide the ordeal?
If I provide a crown
Will you provide a queen?
Milk of Human Kindness by Clutch
Fine swine, wish you were mine bite the apple of my eye
This little piggy never made it home
Helter skelter, run for shelter, can't escape the boiling swelter
Beat you like the dog that you are
Oh, I could kill you if I wanted
Kill you with my own two hands
Oh, I'm so happy I could kill you
Kill you like a sacrificial lamb
Because you, you are nothing but an animal
Panting, lying on your back
A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat
Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
The swine, the wine, the coming feast
Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth
Fine swine, wish you were mine bite the apple of my eye
This little piggy never made it home
Helter skelter, run for shelter, can't escape the boiling swelter
Beat you like the dog that you are
Because you, you are nothing but an animal
Panting, lying on your back
A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat
Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
The swine, the wine, the coming feast
Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth
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