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Electrics whores from outer space
Come on Earth to fuck your face
They will make you their cum dumpster
Force you to felch forever
Electrics whores from outer space
Come on Earth to fuck your face
They will make you their cum dumpster
Force you to felch forever
You’re pretty fucked up now, they will suck up your boner to blood
You’re pretty fucked up now
Electric whores from outer space
Puking mud'cum on your face
Against cybcocks you will fight
Or you will play rusty trombone
Electric whores from outer space
Puking mud'cum on your face
Against cybcocks you will fight
Or you will play rusty trombone
You’re pretty fucked now, you will be drowned by their cumloads
You’re pretty fucked now
Electric whores from outer space
Sure force you to eat their waste
Electric whores from outer space
Finally get your asshole wet
You’re pretty fucked now, they will rape you like an ape rapes a toad
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Daddy was a pusher
And Mommy was a whore
Fatty Joey grew up
In a needles and rubber hole
He used to kill cats
And steal stuff from the scrap
Never had friend but
Loved his dead pets
Years past fast
And Joe became a man
6 feet tall and
A big stick in his pants
The old mother fucker
Comes back for his revenge
He’s gonna rips this town
And make it his lecherous play ground
Big Dick Joe is back in town
You better lub your pussy it’s gonna be a long ride
Big Dick Joe is back in town
Taste it, and love it, and spit it out
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Warm piss and cold blood
08:14
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Looking for reflection in my piss
There must be something I did miss
Semen soaked guts in my bed
Stopped breathing, again she left
I close my eyes
I flush the blood
Seeking some fractions of last night
Mirrors are busted, holes of light
I can hear her voice crying again
I am not done yet so let’s start again!
I’m not done yet
Let’s start again
Don’t fucking look at me
I can’t keep the slugs in me
Seeking some fractions of last night
Mirrors are busted, holes of light
I can hear her voice crying again
I am not done yet so let’s start again!
I’m not done yet
Let’s start again
Don’t fucking look at me
I can’t keep the slugs in me
I need more and more and more
I want you filling my fucking sore
I need more and more and more
I want to see you bleeding my scorn
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Drift and crash
03:43
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I can't believe I'm not skiding
I swear the tyres are yelling
The plane trees are now gambling
You are shambling to reach the tomb
When we'll knock at the deathroom
My ringbell will be a boom
You built your carrer as a shelter
Ignore your wife, belittle your sons
I drank, and puke this blinker
Wearing the bright stain of hellions
When you'll lay on a gilded coffin
I'll be beyond the three mourners
Next to the sheeny assassin
A mutant made of kings and beggars
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When sunrise, by sunrise
The two legs are falling down
And they made their greens supplying
Steelworkers are on their ones
Green blood, weird alloy
Spread by irons veins into the ocean
When foreheads are sweating oils
For they build they twins titans
All shall turn to nothing!
But nothing dies ‘cause some are still working
From their inner secrets places!
And finally the crown starts flying!
And finally the crown starts flying!
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Stone Tells France
Stoner/sludge/doom band formed in 2012 in Strasbourg.
We are now at Sleazy Barn Records.
Booking at : stonetells@hotmail.fr
Up coming gigs:
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