Stiff as a board, its hard to get those ligaments warm
Her crotch is a forest, housing every wasp as it swarms
She stands tall, a monster, been raped, but not with a dick
Axe to her head, for baseball bats and popsickle sticks
Just stop with the shit, for every homes built from her bones
Lumber jacks tear'r down, drive 12 penny nails thru her soul
Her knobby legs bowed, as shes left with knotts in her flesh
Knocked to the floor and walked accross, the hobbies of men
Probably bent, yet and still, there she lyes, just as beautiful now
As she was in the wild, before we all put our boots to her mouth
Just imagjne her roots, a family tree, strong, passionate, sweet
Growing smaller & smaller, until shes forced to crash in the street
How sultry we act, taken for granted, by the saw or an axe
Teeth tear ino flesh, burning bridges, im uphauled by the act
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-A.bove T.he R.est
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