Letra de ' Aphrodisiac Hell ' de Kris Demeanor

Now I'm sore and I'm sorry can we back up
I should have chosen senility over eternal virility
Now I'm sore and I'm sorry I performed too well
From little dick insecurity to aphrodisiac hell
Like a camel's hump in the rain

I'm the last link in a chain attached to this coffin
It travels best through restaurant stocks
A snort for the bored fat creature at customs
He says it ups his chances with stewardesses
I never expected this when I came
They're accusing me of genocide
Now I'm forced to do it with all the new dead
But the desire has died now now

Now I'm sore and I'm sorry can we back up
I should have chosen senility over eternal virility
Now I'm sore and I'm sorry I performed too well
From little dick insecurity to aphrodisiac hell
Like a camel's hump in the rain

I followed the ancient law of my privates
Horn of plenty, plenty hard horn
I can't care who does the slaughtering to get it
I get sweaty, scrunch up my face and move on
Pearly gates crushed into powdery hills
It's my endless supply
All the partners unresponsive and cold
Just like when they were alive now now

Me over them and over me is the line of command
You can't blame it on us, we didn't understand
Hell on earth is nothing more than an annoyance to me
When you get here I'm show ya you'll see you'll see

It isn't as if you white boys'll miss them
The blacks are so unfed they help
My hid is as thick as the latest sacrifice
And I'll be going to bed with a twinge in my slacks
They're showing videotapes of rotting remains
It's an afterworld joke
It never stops, I do it and I do it
To the sound of machetes and gunshots now now

Now I'm sore and I'm sorry can we back up
I should have chosen senility over eternal virility
Now I'm sore and I'm sorry I performed too well
From little dick insecurity to aphrodisiac hell
Like a camel's hump in the rain