FIVE YEAR FILTH POSSESSED ME AGAIN AGAIN

Hot damn!

Cold sweat.

I'm breaking out in a fever-

you got me possessed.

When I'm with you

my heart is limber-

like a graveyard made of wood

and somebody yelled timber.

The veins are popping up almost right out of my skin-

like snakes crawling all up from underneath-

charmed to the sweet music you're playing.

Like a long distance dedication on the radio of my heart-

crusted-

dusted-

from the fading static-

my knobs no longer busted.

Now I'm shaking in my boots-

like a bowl filled with Elvis jello.

You got me turning-

burning-

no longer yearning-

twisted up and chewed-

spit out on the table top-

ready to be devoured-

by you YOU and ONLY YOU! 

Now I'm just like a pretzel-

all hot with fire and ready to be lathered in your special sauce.

 
Gimme a shot of that love from your pea popping pistol-

my head turns right 'round baby 'round-

and before I know it-

whoops there I go

falling down the steps-

to lay in wait-

knowing that as long as you wear your filthy frightgown

you'll come on down

to pick me up-

and spider walk right into the black hole of my soul-

so I can be possessed

again again-

again.


***In celebration of our first five filthy years tou-gether. We're just getting started.

From Manitou,

with love,

to Filthy Regan.***