Hotter than a Whore's Cunt Lyrics


"How long, baby?

It's gotta be to rock right"

Gotta bus twenty years ago

No better buzz, no better show

Getting blind at the break of day

Fuck work, it's only money anyway

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

In the sun, In a van, over frisco bay

To the pound where a band are gonna play

Slutty sex with sally ann

Cooking up in the ketapan

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

"I ain't picking no flowere you fuck,

I ain't got fucking time

say shift your bony ass

and get off my fucking moon

R.I.P. Lynda D

Pulled the plug on the Eupercas

Ha, they thought they had me sussed

twas a plan that I coocked up

My desing to fuck ca up

Meeting Budda down a K Hole

Speed and E for the real G.G.

Magic garden, the count is hot

The count is hot, the count is hot"

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt

Hotter Than a Whores Cunt