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A: PSYCHO CAFE
Step inside
The psycho café
You've probably been here
Almost every day
A cup of coffee
With your cock on parade
See the girl in the corner
Fist fuck herself in the shade
See that pretty man there
Homosexual to the core
Thinking of that young boy
O! what he must have in store
We serve the finest lunch
For just pennies a day
We're open 24-7
So come on in and stay
We have our own divine cast
Of junkies and whores
You'll never get bored
Of which fuck walks through that door
We've got the Reverend Fester
And his book of sins
And Charlotte the Harlot
No one asks where she's been
Over there is the Deacons
How they live on cocaine!
And see that troubled young girl?
Why that's sweet Nova Jane…
Oh yes that troubled young girl
Is sweet sweet Nova Jane…
Have you ever tasted so sweet
A girl like Nova Jane…
B: NOVA JANE
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing can fill the void
In sweet Nova Jane
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing else fills the pain
For sweet Nova Jane
At the ripe young age of ten
Lost her virginity
The man she used call her 'daddy'
Filled her up with his drunken seed
She tried to tell the world
That the bastard had touched her wrong
Told her she's a little slut
Singing someone else's song
No one would listen like the drugs would listen
No one went looking when her sweet sweet face went missing
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing can fill the void
In sweet Nova Jane
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing else fills the pain
For sweet Nova Jane
She probably knows a million ways
To call a whore a whore
A steady diet of amphetamines
Keeps her on the go
Love is a commodity
That she could never stand
She's only really ever cummed
From her own left hand
No one would listen like her left hand could listen
Sometimes she laughs at what her right hand is missing
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing can fill the void
In sweet Nova Jane
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing else fills the pain
For sweet Nova Jane
It was only a week ago
I first met Nova Jane
She was flying on cheap cigarettes
And novacaine
She said she never thought of dying
As her dealer arrived
Turned and said you can't think of dying
When you don't think that you're alive…
No one would listen like the drugs would listen
No one went looking when her sweet sweet face went missing
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing can fill the void
In sweet Nova Jane
Nothing can fill the pain
Quite like novacaine
Nothing else fills the pain
For sweet Nova Jane
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