Der Ruin
Der Streuner Die Ballade vom Koffer Diese eine Frau Engel Ich ich ich Im Monat Mai, am Wiesenrain Jessica Leere Phrasen Liebe haben Wüstlinge This fascist cunt Unbefleckt Unser Haus Veronika, mein Augenstern Verschwendungssucht Weh |
This fascist cunt
My nazi girlfriend has blond hair it’s long and curled and everywhere her piggy face frowns all the time to love her ought to be a crime I love her for her dull blue eyes the swastika between her thighs and all the idle words of hate she mumbles even while we mate she feeds me lies a thoughtful soul is not supposed to swallow whole the jew, she says, is mean by birth he’s greedy and he rules the earth the tales my girl’s committed to those timeless and recurrent few aren’t in the least worth being told and yet they happen to unfold the beauty that she holds within that hides beneath her tattoo’d skin is hard to see when she’s well lit at night I catch a glimpse of it the dark, it makes her look just fine the dark along with lots of wine the cheapest one I can afford as cheaper ones don’t do, o Lord she tends to act the cheeky child and call me names which drive me wild however plump she’s to the touch her dirty talk makes up for much I love her for her latent charm her ways of causing me alarm and for the fact that she’s so blunt gee, how I love this fascist cunt |