Bitchery Bay Paroles

ordinary beauties of rubenesque architecture

welcome to paradise bay

this is bitchery bay - bitchery bay!



skinny sweettolate babies

lying on piles of princes of

I enter the black forest

my seeds dance with flamingos

being eaten, beaten - their time is now


feed the fish, feed the enemy.

I will love you now

'til the very end

when you loose your nutraburner-skinny

pup! I warned! pulp!

and ever time i end up at the

bitchery bay!

where the bitches grow on trees