Lyrics:
Cursed Male

All the guys That really have the money Are too old To have a good time with it Too old to turn the women on Too old to have a fast car and drive it

ya head up Our lifesytle's be close caption, addicted to fatal attraction Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin' No fairytales for this young black male

I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we won every time I'm just a young black male, cursed

Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerber's My first words were bleep bleep and curse curse Never

you afraid of the world belongs to gabulon not the auto-sodomites uncle climax, my first words were curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale male

unspeakable lust they weave their spell whores of hades; no need to rape! willing and wild they lust for your cane like spiders in nets, every male is

manger The enemy in throes... Whilst drifting fogs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through male volent Scylla

so Herbert starts to sing? Herbert: When you?re lost On life?s trail And you feel doomed to fail Do not fail Find Your Male Find Your Male That?s your

Male Monks: Listen to the rythm of the shovel in the gravel and the murmurs of the spirits that you fear, dancing in the shadows of the future. Your future