Tanks of Flies

I had the verbal touch
The silver sliver of nexus
Carved from the bloody water
First-poured
Form [drowning]
Pulling down the moons and suns
From the thighs of the queen
Of grace and grinding
The bump, the bribe, the breasts
Made me slyly arise
In [clouds] of candy



Credits
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Michael O. Bruce, Neal A. Smith, Dennis Dunaway, Glen Buxton
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