Pull down the flaps; don't get caught in the zip! Work up a fat as the tears start to drip On an inflatable mattress you lie Beating while weeping 'til morning is nigh Tubesteak in my tent... angry screams i vent As cum and tears are spent - the skin-flute played to a melody of sadness Animals i astound with my morbid sound The tent they gather 'round - spectators to an orgy of love and grief So sorrowful; the matter in hand... A grievous case of wanker's camp You wank - you cry A tent you're inside Salty secretions well in three eyes Terrible mas' under a moonless sky In the mystical pyramid the jizm will fly...