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The Hiker
Insisting on hiking 'commando' (He claims for the sake of his health) Everyone knows that Wherever he goes that The hiker is pleasing himself
Dressed up in sackcloth and ashes In memory of his late wife Whose body is strapped to his bicycle Flying behind like a kite
The hiker's real name is Frank Randle His grey hair pinned up in a bun Flopping in sandals Away from his scandals The hiker is having such fun
The pollen beneath his proboscis The snuff in its pouch on a string The hiker's erecting his tent now His fucksack spread out on the ground
He seems to be thriving Though winter's arriving And death tags around like a bloodhound
The black girls sit up in the branches Swinging their legs in the rain The filthy old hiker Is down on his bike 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Pumping his organ again
Munching a bar of black chocolate Swigging the tea from a flask His frankly disgusting Appendage is thrusting Out of its Elastoplast
Amongst nettles and shrubs And deciduous trees In a hammock he's made with his dick
He is a force Of nature of course His rotting wife strapped to his back
The pollen beneath his proboscis The ghost flying high on her string The hiker must reason No matter what season For him it's eternally spring
The hiker's real name is Frank Randle His grey hair pinned up in a bun Flopping in sandals Away from his scandals The hiker is having such fun
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