Seth Putnam Was a Sensitive Man Lyrics

Piss flaps, fist fuck, sodomized infant.
The shit-out-of-luck, tumor ridden coma slut.

Now you're dead, getting pegged, bottom in a gang bang.
Anal Cunt to Anal Slut.
Each performer taking turns: the 311 demon clones.
Strap it on to make you gag, the girth of nature's punching bag.
Look, I just saw the gayest guy in hell.
Spit roasted it suits you well.

Persona like a mutant.
But we know you dude, you're from fucking Newton.
You used to sell porno mags to kids in Natick.

(pig squeals x4)

Fuck you cause you're dead,
Now you're giving Satan head.
Force fed demon splooge,
Loads of jizz inside of you,
Bukkake in a Putnam stew.

Giving hand jobs to skinheads while Josh Martin jerks off in the corner.
40 more reasons to hate you when you're dead.

The prophet of grind beginning to whine, bent over squealing deliverance swine.
Open your cheeks, you gape like a priest, swimming in semen since your life has ceased.

Phil Anselmo's not here to save you now,
Good luck finding a gig!
The only 7inch split is your asshole on a dick.
The only D.I.Y. show, is the one where you get fucked, Bro.

GG pulls his light-switch of a boner out of you, dripping AIDS goo, gonna make a Sissy out of you.
It's what you've always wanted, you're finally fucking true, master daddy creampie your brown eye blue.

Junkie fuck,
Grind is king,
A sofa chair on stage you bring,
A final fuck you we will sing.