Porno and Snuff Films

Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans
Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes
His home is afloat on a yellow black moat
Of bile, hate and guile and vile pains in my throat
Let’s drown in the basement, it’s filled to the brim
Let’s jack up the prices while the pickings are slim
Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
My party tricks?
Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
My party tricks?
You all washed through me like debris in a stream
You cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed
Melting alone, showing off white bone
You can ring that bell or you can chuck in that stone
On the phone is the voice I’ve been dying to hear
There’s nothing for you, better luck next year
When everything suddenly was utterly clear
To shut off these shut outs, I’ll cut off this ear
Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear this night?
It’s starry, starry
Can you see, can you see, can you see me mouth out
«Sorry, Charlie»?
There’s no good taste in this art space
Straight porno and snuff films, I should be disgraced
But I’m titillated, it’s tantalizing
And as I move to the movement, I’m self-aggrandizing
I’m filling with air, I’ll float it up there
A chairman sitting easy on a big easy chair
Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
My party tricks?
Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
My party tricks?
So do you like my party tricks?
I trick out clicking sticks
So do you like my party tricks?
I trick out clicking sticks to get my kicks