Perfumes Of Doom (The Dead)

Pants off Full moon rising Lovely stench Is terrorizing A brand new fart hits the day Take a deep breath It doesn't smell like flowers But like Frederic and ass Face in the wind Take a nose full of love Breath or Glory! You're a wimp when you cough! Straight from my heart And out of my ass The air is fulfilled With my glorious gas The winds are unleashed There's o turning back As you inhale all my love With your nose on my crack Perfumes of Doom! I create sonar sound With a special effect Two farts are better than one That is a fact! Sauerkraut and garlic Coleslaw and beans Guaranteed pure erotic You know what that means! Straight from my heart... My flatulence So immense ... Fear my ass!