Biscuits For Smut- Helmet

Biscuits for Smut

Served up in the backyard
Cooked too long on high
Flying out the window
Even dogs have passed them by
Didn't know she was tied up
Better fed than forced
Time to meet the protagonist, boy
He never showed remorse

Choking on the one thing
His tongue had gotten too fat
A barely walking dead man
Seemed to know where he was at
Drive himself to the airport
Getting out of here
Overworking the small town
The law couldn't get too near

Come on smut
You might've stayed

Pale Horses: Moby.

Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Couldn't live without you when I tried to roam
Put me by the window, let me see outside
Looking at the places where all my family died


"ponme en el tren, devuelveme/llevame a mi hogar
No sé vivir/no puedo vivir sin ti cuando yo intento vagar/deambular/perderme
Ponme cerca/en la ventana, déjame ver afuera/fuera de sitio
Mirando en los lugares donde toda mi familia murio."