All of Our Lives Will Get Tried (Superjoint Ritual)

Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue In a circular motion Tie it off, cause it will bleed There is no sound in here A dim bulb swinging slowly As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell All our lives will get tried Sugar cut eighty-eight percent, doggy style pin prick Seventies bush, eighties bald There is no sound in here A dim bulb swinging slowly There went my precious self Last chance to see where prayer will lead you... As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell All our lives will get tried Test it, study it Think about it when you're lying in a ditch