Bundletuck Songtext

These days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm
These days your jism lines all the windows in your kitchen
I found my heaven stocked in a medical waiting room
Each patient plastered, sleeveless and leaving before they're called
I know you're searching for something less psychological

Those days are gone so long oh well son of a gun
Was tired, weak and frail in the belly of your whale
We tried suction speak in a vacuum with a leak
Get out my guide and on the way I find the best places to stay