Storm Drain Blues

It was all as poor as a badly saved pic
take vlad up and sling back the turks on the stick
casanova with scraper for scabs on his dick
all the blind ladies their lips they still lick
and posinous insects to corners run quick
suit brandish red tie like blood foam is sick
no one says nothing 'bout savage lad's tick
or the nose blows will come and lay it on thick
with crunch country cunt hair knuckle ball flick
and the candle cum witch with fear of the wick