Monogomy Is Overrated - Lyrics - Heinrich Bulimic

With the children out to play the eldest daughter fornicates Taking sips of alcohol to glorify the change in her The youngest son of the richest man is the only one who gives a damn And not a soul will ever know that the rumors spread were by his own The oldest harp in the newest town plays angelic notes for the devil's crowd Thus not a soul will pay any mind to the soldiers lighting up the night Give us drinks, give us girls, give us shots at the bar Give us homes, give wives, give us practical cars Blasphemy he screams at her but she doesn't hear a single word "Father, please, just let it be. The ***' war is over! Your ***' war is over!" Blasphemy she screams at her but she doesn't hear a single word "Mother, please, monogamy is overrated baby!" Watch these titans scream at the top of their lungs writhing from the flames on the tips of their tongues Give us drinks, give us girls, give us shots at the bar Give us homes, give us wives, give us practical cars Watch these titans scream at the top of their lungs writhing from the flames on the tips of their tongues Give us drugs, give us love, give us terrible highs Give us guns, give us gold, give us 4-letter knives With the cradle in the barn the farmer's daughter speaks her heart Laying waste to all he's taught her; making claims he never thought she would They're singin', screamin' tell me monogamy is over(rated) Rated for your sickest pleasure (They're singin', screamin' tell me monogamy is over(rated) for your sickest pleasure) We're singin', screamin' pleasure: the muted feeling after we supply a former lover with saliva from another (We're singin', screamin' pleasure: the muted feeling after we defy a former lover)