The - Dirty - Rooks A - Very - Dirty - Christmas

The Rules

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Release the charges from way up on the hill
Release the charges let them fall where they will
Then bind up the captives if they’re standing there still

All there is, is a breath between birth, sex, and death
Just a whisper between the screams of agony
Well you can’t have it all, but it’s easy to fall
When you’re already down on your knees

It’s only vicious if you stay for the flood
But it’s so delicious, be it wine or it blood
Then it’s down the hatches, with a thanks to your god

Bring the crowd to its feet, as they bathe in the heat
See the men catch the girls as they swoon
And you’ll know why you’re made, when you snap off the blade
When it’s death in the afternoon


The Dirty Rooks