Uranium Club

"The Misadventures of Prissy Krissy"

Prissy Krissy was involved in a robbery of sorts
Hands to the sky, she told the clerk
Well he was a good boy, he was raised right by his mother so he did what he was told
So she blew him in his head

With every ounce of his body he wanted to chase after her
It was the first time he had had an experience like that and needless to say he was enthralled
But they had a policy against that

Sitting quietly with his hands in the air without anyone around, no-one truly cared
The lights dim slowly as the TV. Get up. Hit me

But this TV sticker peeled slowly with liquid underneath
A deeper penetration was nothing now, oh it's red, it's red, it's red, it's red!

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