Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch Lyrics - Locust

The chicken bit it (The foreskin knew it) 

The sultry salesman worked 

to keep his high heels on. 

Oh, the doors are talking 

Oh, the sheets are stained 

A fleshy bowl of nonsense says, 

"Apparently a slut's been made!" 

Why must the fortune teller 

always do the dirty work? 

It bit the chicken (The skin foresaw it) 

And sultry heels worked 

to keep the salesman high. 

Can I touch your telepathic private parts?