Lyrics

Stalk the streets
With thin-hipped chill
Pinched lips, anal swell
You're total precious
Dressed to kill
Ride the hag
The Hag, The Hag

She’s perched
Hot on our chest
She’s so wet
Our dead arms drag
The choke of her heaving
Heave of her breasts

She heaves
The weight
Our ribs
Exhale

The missionaries
Fleshless shrines
Laud your signs
Laud your signs
Cold holed stones
Hurl past my blinds
While I wait for you to come

‘Til our parched lips sag
Chavela Vargas wore a strap
Iron Christ come bend to that
Oh dear Hag, please choke us all

Stalk the streets
With thin-hipped chill
Pinched lips, anal swell
You're total precious
Dressed to kill
Ride the hag
The Hag, The Hag

The Hag, The Hag
The Hag, The Hag

Hail the missionaries
Fleshless shrines
Laud your signs
Laud your signs
Cold holed stones
Hurl past my blinds
While I wait for you to cum

‘Til our parched lips sag
Sada Abe starved to death
Weeping women drink to that
Oh dear Hag please choke us all

Throttle bottoms
Alabaster faces
Drink their mother’s ruin
Maleficium they say
Male-ificium
And she says
(The Hag)

Taste me
Taste me
Taste me
Taste me