Letra da Música: Pocketful Of Lips - Apocalypse Hoboken

I'm not crazy
I'm not sick
I'm a responsible scientist
Got a pocket
A pocketful of lips
Got a tin
A tin to collect the drips
An owner of skins
In which I twitch
I'm a confirmed atheist
To whom I hold owns up to this
In bliss I twitch with pocketful of lips

Porno for the thinking man
A simple card trick for the ladies
Shaking really turns me on
Pressure out those eyes

My father had a large head
We attribute this to his death
Naked Filipino ladies taste like mugs of spoiled milk
Have you seen Junior's arms?
You wondered where he's been
Sick sick sick
Sixteen days down on the farm
Junior's looking kinda thin