Pompous Tinkers - Wight Mousse

Perfume Hound

Let me taste your scent
Let me smell your skin
You don't look like me at all
First you'll ferment
Then turn into cement
You don't look like me at all

Let me take you to the perfume hound
Keep you fangs shut and close to the ground
Let me take you to the perfume hound
If you don't smell blood then don't make a sound

Blood stream down their skirts
Who let the mutts out
Singe their naive tongue
Get back on your leash

Don't dip your fingers into the affairs
Of your divine leader
Or he'll meet you downstairs
Don't sip from the well
Quiet the noose
Crack open the shell
Duck, duck, goose

Let me take you to the perfume hound
Keep you fangs shut and close to the ground
Let me take you to the perfume hound
If you don't smell blood then don't make a sound

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Writer(s): Noah Unger
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