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White Coats
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Transcript:
You'd better turn the light down, right now and pipe down,
and you - 'Mad Susan' better loosen that nightgown,
you might frown, but you're mine for the night now,
no fighting it, just take this rag in your mouth and bite down.
No we're not meant to be nice blokes,
we're the men in the White Coats with clipboards that write notes,
I tick the box for 'nice goats' and write a whole paragraph on how and why the pussy was tight though,
Submit a triplicate of forms for analysis, along with the sample swabs from our phalluses,
don't be embarrassed by our callousness,
it's this mad establishments, mad management that ask's for this,
so we gotta comply, make susan lick my bollock and cry, stick my cock in her eye,
locked in a high security block, refuse to be stopped, susan's been flogged, a bruise on my cock so I can't lie.
Ignoring the law while we tour the ward,
I missed my tribunal I was called a fraud,
but in ANHAM ALL's wards you can call me lord,
'cos we wear this White Coat Motherfucker.
I've got the right papers to prescribe the med's,
Our manner don't stay at the side of beds,
I know the right dose if she cries and begs
'cos we wear this White Coats Motherfucker.
We get the steadiest influx of thick fucks from the flid-truck, make the driver a quick buck,
'cos I'm a sick fuck, I've paid him to pick up a mixed up bitch with a twitch and big jugs,
I'm a rich fuck physician just getting my dick sucked,
I rigged and fixed up the position where the big drug companies are slinging us big bucks
to give drugs to divs just to see what the shit does.
I make my regular visit to Kate and Beverly,
the insane sisters with faces like David Bellamy,
Even with a fucked up face they make the pedigree,
it's simple get a bag on their head and sedate them heavily,
drag 'em back to the bed in a state of terror, breathing heavy as the medicine creeps and effects their memory,
But incredibly Beverley found the strength to threaten me and now I'm haunted by the words that she said to me...
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Transcript:
You'd better turn the light down, right now and pipe down,
and you - 'Mad Susan' better loosen that nightgown,
you might frown, but you're mine for the night now,
no fighting it, just take this rag in your mouth and bite down.
No we're not meant to be nice blokes,
we're the men in the White Coats with clipboards that write notes,
I tick the box for 'nice goats' and write a whole paragraph on how and why the pussy was tight though,
Submit a triplicate of forms for analysis, along with the sample swabs from our phalluses,
don't be embarrassed by our callousness,
it's this mad establishments, mad management that ask's for this,
so we gotta comply, make susan lick my bollock and cry, stick my cock in her eye,
locked in a high security block, refuse to be stopped, susan's been flogged, a bruise on my cock so I can't lie.
Ignoring the law while we tour the ward,
I missed my tribunal I was called a fraud,
but in ANHAM ALL's wards you can call me lord,
'cos we wear this White Coat Motherfucker.
I've got the right papers to prescribe the med's,
Our manner don't stay at the side of beds,
I know the right dose if she cries and begs
'cos we wear this White Coats Motherfucker.
We get the steadiest influx of thick fucks from the flid-truck, make the driver a quick buck,
'cos I'm a sick fuck, I've paid him to pick up a mixed up bitch with a twitch and big jugs,
I'm a rich fuck physician just getting my dick sucked,
I rigged and fixed up the position where the big drug companies are slinging us big bucks
to give drugs to divs just to see what the shit does.
I make my regular visit to Kate and Beverly,
the insane sisters with faces like David Bellamy,
Even with a fucked up face they make the pedigree,
it's simple get a bag on their head and sedate them heavily,
drag 'em back to the bed in a state of terror, breathing heavy as the medicine creeps and effects their memory,
But incredibly Beverley found the strength to threaten me and now I'm haunted by the words that she said to me...
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