Holy Cum WarX Gallows Runway (Remastered)

blues infused seventies rick in the desert with Rock, Blues Rock, Rock and Roll style of telecaster 5 string riffs gimmee shell ted a pulsing groove fuses australian hip hop and stadium rock with strong female lead on chorus and choir if women soulful backups rock with a recognizable sample from the angels layered over synth bass and crisp syncopated percussion verses blend lush pads heavy bottom bass guitars koen tuned in 435 herz the chorus lifts with vibrant harmonies and dynamic drum fills a lofi atmospheric breakdown bridges to a finale rich in pop energy electropunk grit and adultoriented rock dynamics intricate wordplay repentance dark sad

Cut me down, dead branch,  
only fence leaning heavy, Deadwood, no survivors  
Termites coming back every day, another shift arrival,  
every night white ants eating peg legs

Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x4)

Wind blows wheat neat up, that’s the field I found you in  
Meet up tinderbox, about to be lit up  
That is the field I will meet you in, you will come up  
Sit down, push out, breathe, now turn around, fresh count down

Repo my sunbird, absorb the shock and sway  
Rave mumble, put the shot away  
Justine waved to Dave, he waved her bad debt away  
She showed him her BKK, she shows the BKK  
She got back TCB BKK, Taipay

Put a pick in the dirt, shovel down, keep going  
Hack, pick, spit in the ground, cut mud, spill the blood  
Little sips, don’t stop because you’re thirsty  
Keep going forward, down for the drink you want

Rate my burger, it’s just a shake and taste  
Rave motel banging, she trying to write a paper  
She rolling a paper, she reading a paper  
She smoking a perfect greyhound, skinny shadow, red hair

Immaculate  
Hot pink fishnets, garter belts, hint of BDSM  
Crimson mystery, chem‑sex attire, lace and shadows  
Neon sign to warn NSFW, desires transcend

Yes, welcome to hell, Heng Nengh Po Nei  
Hangman’s Noise IG, Original Deadwood chapter  
Bamboo hell, Saigon burning up rearview, leaving  
See you later down below, let me swing by your little thing

She get them clothes on the floor, Nana Plaza shift  
Showgirl on the bar, not much uniform to lift  
Bottom steps where she change, new skin in the glow  
Hot pink, crème, dark cherry on a tiny Nana string low

Your daughter slutting, lying down, sticking her tongue out  
Cross‑eyed, stupid, pretend to be a whore in a dress for work  
Same as you did, stupid dick for the working‑hard illusion  
Turn the dead wood cedar table over and they will come

No cups in the bra, just a push‑up dream  
Garter kiss the thigh, hot pink fishnet seam  
Crème garter, dark cherry touch on corset lines  
Neon‑drenched late night, body selling signs

This the ChemXHvyRx dark Sukhumvit reel  
Bottom steps Meredith, gold script, gold seal  
On the lingerie, shimmer in the lens’ feel  
Write it burning in gold, intimate body adornments, real

Sunday school is a school of sluts  
And you ain’t the kind of man who ever got to come  
In thousand‑buck cum cup, pass it round  
Three grand heavy water in a cum cup to fill up the guests

Females in ChemXXX heavy, immaculate Midas seams  
Hidden little things, only seen inside the dreams  
Naked‑almost vision, emperor with no clothes flex  
Annette in the heavy ChemXxxRx, raw sex

Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x2)  
Wax give it up, gotta get a hot shot away  
Just a shot away, just a Shelly wave away

High‑rise fucking over, he going over, throwback my edges  
Cut me down, dead branch, only fence leaning heavy  
I can get you one time like dead over the fence  
Blow kiss to ya, jizzy, fill baggies, old man

This is female, not fembot, but phatty divine  
Never worn to Nana yet, but when she hit the stage  
We all see perfect bodies, baddies, NSFW rage  
Perfect, rich, immaculate

Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x4)  
Repo my sunbird, absorb the shock and sway  
Reaper on my Meredith, she nearly caught a stray

Wind blows wheat neat up, that’s the field I found you in  
That is the field I will meet you in, you will come up  
Hick, hack, spade is spade, blood is mud  
Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x4)

3518/7500

Cut me down, dead branch, only fence leaning heavy, Deadwood, no survivors Termites coming back every day, another shift arrival, every night white ants eating peg legs Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x4) Wind blows wheat neat up, that’s the field I found you in Meet up tinderbox, about to be lit up That is the field I will meet you in, you will come up Sit down, push out, breathe, now turn around, fresh count down Repo my sunbird, absorb the shock and sway Rave mumble, put the shot away Justine waved to Dave, he waved her bad debt away She showed him her BKK, she shows the BKK She got back TCB BKK, Taipay Put a pick in the dirt, shovel down, keep going Hack, pick, spit in the ground, cut mud, spill the blood Little sips, don’t stop because you’re thirsty Keep going forward, down for the drink you want Rate my burger, it’s just a shake and taste Rave motel banging, she trying to write a paper She rolling a paper, she reading a paper She smoking a perfect greyhound, skinny shadow, red hair Immaculate Hot pink fishnets, garter belts, hint of BDSM Crimson mystery, chem‑sex attire, lace and shadows Neon sign to warn NSFW, desires transcend Yes, welcome to hell, Heng Nengh Po Nei Hangman’s Noise IG, Original Deadwood chapter Bamboo hell, Saigon burning up rearview, leaving See you later down below, let me swing by your little thing She get them clothes on the floor, Nana Plaza shift Showgirl on the bar, not much uniform to lift Bottom steps where she change, new skin in the glow Hot pink, crème, dark cherry on a tiny Nana string low Your daughter slutting, lying down, sticking her tongue out Cross‑eyed, stupid, pretend to be a whore in a dress for work Same as you did, stupid dick for the working‑hard illusion Turn the dead wood cedar table over and they will come No cups in the bra, just a push‑up dream Garter kiss the thigh, hot pink fishnet seam Crème garter, dark cherry touch on corset lines Neon‑drenched late night, body selling signs This the ChemXHvyRx dark Sukhumvit reel Bottom steps Meredith, gold script, gold seal On the lingerie, shimmer in the lens’ feel Write it burning in gold, intimate body adornments, real Sunday school is a school of sluts And you ain’t the kind of man who ever got to come In thousand‑buck cum cup, pass it round Three grand heavy water in a cum cup to fill up the guests Females in ChemXXX heavy, immaculate Midas seams Hidden little things, only seen inside the dreams Naked‑almost vision, emperor with no clothes flex Annette in the heavy ChemXxxRx, raw sex Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x2) Wax give it up, gotta get a hot shot away Just a shot away, just a Shelly wave away High‑rise fucking over, he going over, throwback my edges Cut me down, dead branch, only fence leaning heavy I can get you one time like dead over the fence Blow kiss to ya, jizzy, fill baggies, old man This is female, not fembot, but phatty divine Never worn to Nana yet, but when she hit the stage We all see perfect bodies, baddies, NSFW rage Perfect, rich, immaculate Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x4) Repo my sunbird, absorb the shock and sway Reaper on my Meredith, she nearly caught a stray Wind blows wheat neat up, that’s the field I found you in That is the field I will meet you in, you will come up Hick, hack, spade is spade, blood is mud Gimme Shelly ‘fore I face the waves (x4)

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