Quinn Beast - Archers of Loaf

The sound of electric guitar- it puts the Quinnbeast awake

She is a secret toy, which I can play

I can’t even think of a reason to keep it alive

Because I know if I do it’ll leave me for you in a while, in time

Because I can’t think when something’s wrong

And no I can’t free to go at all (?)

The mighty Quinnbeast

And she wants what she gets

And she gets what she wants

She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more

He’s the first in line every time

Every time she wants more, more, more, more, more, more

Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole

And take your whipping like a man, like a man

Come down Guido from your art faggot bistro

And take off your britches like a man, like a man

If you don’t, she’s from Newark

If you don’t, then you don’t

She can’t eat you if you don’t

She can’t eat you if you don’t

The mighty Quinnbeast

And she wants what she gets

And she gets what she wants

She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more

He’s the first in line every time

Every time she wants more, more, more, more

The mighty Quinnbeast

Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole

And take your beating like a man, like a man

Come down Guido from your art faggot bistro

And take your whipping like a man, like a man

She’s from Newark if you don’t

She’s from Newark if you don’t

She can’t eat you if you don’t

She can’t eat you if you don’t