I need ten ton trucks and thirty-nine brides
I need serious fuel to survive
I want a taste of every ecstacy in sight
I hark sweet high pitches, stunningly sung
Amid faceless frenzies of britches and tongue
I strive to explode virgin vessels dressed to nines
and looking for a little action
Maybe I'm the king of swine
But I find the flesh divine
I am sexual everything
That's the sexual politics of me
I pine for dark limbs-akimbo sex with destitute hearts
I want to see their every muscle flex
The dubious poets of flesh and sweat
With buns of steel and fingers wet
[Chorus]
Throw wide the door
I need more and more and more and more and more
It's feeding frenzy
It's four to the floor
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016
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