
Fangs Out 歌詞
Fangs Out - Agar Agar
Written by:Armand Bultheel/Clara Cappagli
Doggy abandoned hair shining speckled
Baring its fangs to the crowd
I tried to avoid it said lady in slippers
They came and they barked on my grounds
Oh well gather the squad
And meet their drastic dentures
Bark in their mouths now
Lick on their greasy wigs
Whoosh fountain of slobber
Pretty thin gestures they have
You get down on your knees and you crawl to the floor
So I can pet you and bite you hard
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
I'll make you scream now make you bleed now
I'll lick your wounds now off off now sit
Sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit
Sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit
Sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit sit
Shout out to those dogs
Counting the days days
Waiting to jump on the first guy who's bleeding up to death
Counting up days days
Itching your bruise bruises
Watching you bleed and jerk off like that's what you always wanted
Shout out to those dogs
Counting the days days
Waiting to jump on the first guy who's bleeding up to death
Counting up days days
Itching your bruise bruises
Watching you bleed and jerk off like that's what you always wanted
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
Down on all fours fangs out
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch