Limp Wrist
Текст песни Twelve Years Of Church

For so damn long I had an urge
Naughty thoughts in my head would splurge
Just a teen what could I possibly know
We're where catholic boys weren't supposed to go
Man on man scenarios ran through my mind
Fear over-powered me deep inside
What twelve years of church couldn't kill

Like ghosts, it haunted, came up after dark
Leather-boy three-somes in a public park
I would wake to find it was just a dream
Moisture in my undies, such fun made me scream
Hoped and waited for the dream to come again
I had to make it all real, no satisfaction til then.
What twelve years of church couldn't kill