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Before I say I love you,
There's something I must know,
What is that rancid stench,
That wafts from down below

Like plastic on the griddle,
And eggs left far too long,
My darling I must say,
Your cunt smells fucking wrong

Put it back,
Lock it away,
It's like a petrol station,
On a rainy day
The stench is so vile,
It just isn't fair,
It's like a scene,
From my sexual nightmares

Your Blue Waffle,
I shed a tear,
As I grit my teeth,
And swallow my fear,
Petrol hanger,
A fucking disgrace,
As its brought down low,
And pressed into my face

Decaying before my eyes,
Like spam left in the sun,
The thought of ploughing you,
Is no longer so much fun

As I start to turn away,
Sun rising in the east,
I see your boils of pus,
Are festooned with yeast

What is that thing,
What does it do,
Why does it spurt,
With all hues of blue,
The stench is so vile,
It just isn't fair,
It's like a scene,
From my sexual nightmares

Your Blue Waffle,
I shed a tear,
When I grit my teeth,
And swallow my fear,
Petrol hanger,
A fucking disgrace,
When it's brought down low,
And pressed into my face.

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from Good Honest Scumbags / Gone Fisting (2013), released February 12, 2013

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Footprints In The Custard Manchester, UK

In the summer of 2006, a group of bored college students decided to form a band. Pizza, Whisky and Pepto Bismal. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect band. But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction... Chemical X.

Thus Footprints In The Custard were born!

Three albums, an EP and a Christmas single later, no one has died or gone on fire. Yet.
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