A Fête Worse Than Death Lyrics

Television my teacher
Confessor and preacher
My bible
My bile
Talk show and trial
You're wet I'm wild
For your shilling I'm willing
Tune in your lips and burning breath
My fête worse than death
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his m************ a**
Rock this shotgun
Rock this shot
Rock this shotgun up his m************ a**

My profit my pusher my faker my hooker
A little praise it's astounding
In for a penny and I get a pounding
Through all the drinks
My vision shrinks and drowns this fife That slowly sinks