Letra de The Grip of the Family, a Cinch

It showers gold, no holes barred
Open your filthy mouth
The mouthpart pout , an outward quest
The honey seep to the ground
Come, do not talk of her, she’s infernal
Odious in apt apparel
Virginity’s thief speak of pleasure lead to pain
Sorrow’s named his friend

Oh, I love the Captain speaking of love
And all the pictures in the books

And let Atë’s golden showers rain over me
To cover the tears in my eyes
Let the speculum dilate a gaping virginity
Holy virginity
And boot vascular blood to bathe the brute
Danaë
Let the holy nectars down the piss-hole
Open the sick mouth

Oh, I love the Captain speaking of love
And all the pictures in the books

In warm wind I meet the naked self, the lake as beautiful as ever
The instigator eye his paradise, goaded on by erotic puissance
It’s gorgeous, it’s a mischievous force, she’s all vagina, spread open
Turned on to turn on, the animal erect
He enters the water to never reemerge