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  • Critic of the black and white
    It's your first night.
    The passion play gets in the way,
    Spoils your insight.
    Tell me how the baby's made,
    How the lady's laid,
    Why the old dogs howl with sadness.
    The blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint on
    The memory of last summer's trip to europe
    Did you buy a passport from the queen?
    And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
    Shoulder of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiously
    Into her geography revision.
    The examining body examined her body.
  • Critic of the black and white
    It's your first night.
    The passion play gets in the way,
    Spoils your insight.
    Tell me how the baby's made,
    How the lady's laid,
    Why the old dogs howl with sadness.
    The blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint on
    The memory of last summer's trip to europe
    Did you buy a passport from the queen?
    And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
    Shoulder of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiously
    Into her geography revision.
    The examining body examined her body.