Missed our ritual dance With its blood and its gore. Had to visit with Libby, Who doesn't scoot much anymore. Thought I'd borrow his club, Knew that it was top drawer. Lied that it wasn't Junior's, Who doesn't scoot much anymore. Now they count on This sadistic VP To carry on And renew the memory Of detainees we club While they're chained to the floor. They've both loved causing pain, but Don't scoot around much anymore.
Music & Original Lyric by To 'Policies - Torture' |