Here goes the mastered title track from our upcoming album "Tit" and the superbly poetic lyrics to sing... eerrm... growl along:
Tit by Cynicism Management
TIT
Tit tit tit tit
There's a tit every morning
Stalking my TV
And the girl who does the weather
Wears tits for all to see
Then some bitch pretends to sing
In a see through gown
While I fight back stomach acid
Trying to keep it down
(CH:)
But holy crap I've got to see
There's a tit on my TV
I must see
I can't see
All the crap tit sells to me
Tit tit tit tit
Then I go and grab a beer
Promoted by a tit
I've heard beer's good for mother's milk
So I think, well, that's it
Of course the john's adorned with tits
To get me in the mood
If only they were flesh and blood
I'd grab them if I could
(CH:)
Tit tit tit tit
Tit
When they're done with selling
Shit by means of tit
They unveil a juicy butt
I like it, I admit
Tit tit tit tit
Tit
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