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Mark of the Male

The Residents

Mark of the Male Lyrics

Mark my feral finger when
Flesh arrives and it ascends
Under garments free and wild
Living life unreconciled

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10 months ago

Spoken word:
“There’s no better feeling than a hard on.
I guess the closet thing is the feeling of holding a gun.
But instead of being cold and rigid, it’s a gun made out of hot meat, your own flesh and blood.
It’s warm and it tingles and somehow it’s hard and soft at the same time and it’s yours and it’s your power it’s your gun.
And what do you do with a gun?
You shoot it.
You look for a nice target, you take aim and you squeeze the trigger and that fucking gun goes blam!
There’s nothing like it.
I guess the only thing that would…

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