Damp Detector

She died her death in the rain
Nothing left but some carpet stains
No one remembers her name
Only the members who were playing games
Playing games

Staggering down to the docks
Fingers are feeling the broken cocks
Desperately facing the sea
She sees the seasons are changing fast

Stumbling up to the cops
Bellyache ends and the spinning stops
Dropping on down to her knees
She sucks and sucks and slops

Wiping her mouth with a rag
Tattooed in ink "I'm the local slag"
Following all of the boys, she toys, the noise of a desperate shag

Sidling into a yard
Touches an old man to make him hard
Whispering dirty appeals she jerks and jerks and jerks and...



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Cross, Jay Stansfield, Aiden Pilling
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