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The Priest's Perm

from Glass Turd by Spudcaster

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Felt so sweet in my deathbed
Until I was raised from the dead
Our glory days passed, nostalgia did last
But the reaper did tread

Reanimated my corpse
And they restrung my bass of course
My perm was entwined, bride of Frankenstein
Like a pampered horse

The priest's perm a cut from above
The priest's perm made with heavenly love
Steve Priest's reprieve

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould my locks into curls this way?
Phantasm of man, stretched out as I am
This unholy day

A pale student of unhallowed arts
Constructed me from found parts
Without consent, I am now hellbent
On devouring their heart

The priest's perm a cut from above
The priest's perm made with heavenly love

I lay on my belly she rubbed in petroleum jelly
Her hand felt so good
Lie on my back, nearly blowing my stack oh, I wish she would
Surrender the sweets
What she does with her feet
She satisfies and her pocket don't lie
Then she waved her goodbye

The priest's perm a cut from above
The priest's perm made with heavenly love

Steve Priest's reprieve

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from Glass Turd, released February 12, 2022

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The Tit Mice Bristol, UK

The Tit Mice were an improvisational collective formed in Bristol on new years day 2013. Their intention was just to play music. However, upon attempting to do this they realised the resulting masterpieces were so powerful and moving they could either save the world or plunge civilisation into a new dark age. The latter happened. They continue to make rubbish music as an unstructured collective. ... more

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