Bastard Swans by Hatepenny

Drape them in black
Bury them together

Played like a drum
When you thought you were cute
But he just greased her up and used you for the lube
He's licking and fingers
She's powder and puss
And she picks at her self and he laughs when she comes
Queen bee, no breeding
Just drones on and on
About all of the dopes and the hearts that they've won
And they're eating their own

She's got the money and he's got the
Draped in a black flag and buried together

Rank in the pond
With the fattest of fish
Basking in glory, rolling in shit
Slippery palms make for slippery fists
She's in over her head
He's in up past his wrist
Onwards and upwards!
Cooking on gas
She hangs out his smalls as he hangs out her arse
And they feather an ampty nest

• Alternative
• Noise
• bastard
• grunge
• post-punk
• punk
• United Kingdom