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An Ode To Locksmiths
Lyricist:Peter Thomas Steele
Where the fuck are my keys
Been given the keys I knew I'd receive Be careful what you're asking for My rod and my staff simply twelve toned math An earful opening all doors
Simon the Roman gone fishing for man If you're caught is to be freed Come, open your lock by using a rock Or sowing the proper seeds, yeah
Woe to thee, all women of land, air and sea Adam was the serpent, apple 'tween his knees Seduced by a snake, worshiped by nations Banished forth from Eden, it's the male who is Satan, Satan
From the tree of knowledge a metaphor for sex Plucked a ripened globe of fruit that of her innocence Since forbidden, resisted forcing her to taste And now I know why girls hate boys 'Cause Eve was in fact raped, raped
You ain't goin' nowhere Everybody, ready, let's go
We ain't goin' home Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Got nowhere to go We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go Nowhere to go Come on, you come on
We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go We ain't goin' home Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go Nowhere to go Nowhere to go
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