we only fuck to black sabbath vol. 4

the truth of the matter is i am satan and on the guitars we have the devils. this is devil music

We've built our tombs and now we're sleeping in them

das plague (french for germans)

hunger like numb toes on an oslo sidewalk

with horses in her eyes, she spat like a wildcat

the graduate walks with a distant gait

the tropics of cancer, capricorn and a smashed face

this charade has lasted well past the curtains fall

tips for avoiding the clap. 1. i wouldn't piss on a scorpion if it was on fire

i may have cried a river for him buy he's no depardieu