Maggot

Pretty girl don't talk to me,
i'm indifferent i'm the precipice of vacancy
I'm so different you might want to take my hand and flee
But i'm just thinking bout destroying all your fantasies

Pretty lady i am dread
I'm a liar, baby, don't listen to what i said
You don't need me all i want is to be young and dead
Hallowed out beneath the furnace that my body fed
King Maggot, King Maggot's dead

Pretty girl you're out to feast
Down the boardwalk towards the alleyway of washed-up beasts
Hike your skirt up for the hounds that bark and hang their jaw
You're the demon that the devil wished he never saw

Pretty lady sow your oats
Otherwise you'll have the reaper slashing at your throat
Maybe then you'll bleed desire down your breasts and choke
And you'll beg to mutter all the words you never spoke
Queen Maggot, Queen Maggot's dead



Credits
Writer(s): Leo Lydon
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