Creep On from Second Dawn by King Zog

In his slight reign
On a throne of dung
Some trophies gained
Some flowers flung

No schadenfreude
You ex-exploiter
Yes text is best
For the serial sex pest

Thin mask of power
Drunk desperate hour
Pick up your mobile
You fit the profile

Line up to kick you
You drew such spite
The sisters licked you
Not how you like

Creep on

Now I’m no saint
Not by a mile
Your outline faint
Eastern exile

Some came to snigger
Some came to blame
We heard the ‘timber!’
And down you came

Creep on slither tongue
You’ve come undone
Now you’re fucked you runt

Sweating naked at your computer
Fat greasy fingers wet at the keyboard
Door girl P-Plater boots and a scooter
Gave her your number and
Yeah you can sure help her

• Metal
• doom metal
• heavy metal
• sludge metal
• traditional doom metal
• Perth