Letra de Rotgut

In the scrotum of your dreams.
you turn your first trick for free.
cocktails, catnip and cocaine.
go jumping in the hot rain.
If you fake a squeal, when you cop a feel.
it rots your gut, but that's not enough for you.
I'm just the red mornin' sun.
i spit on the (cock / talk) of passion.
my heart beating in your head.
an angel (?).
Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw.
sting like a bee and say: aaarrgg.
two cats that hunt each other's.
(?) one more time.