Dual Temple

Dual temple, soul sack, throw them on your shoe rack
Nothing worth giving up that position on your back Jack

Or is it, kids a-heaving, waiting for the leaving
Them as parents, no duel there, just the same hip heave, lip weaving, deceiving, interleaving sperm leaving jiz eating they are

All for the cars, those metal sacks, or is it the fancy slacks
Pass by, smack, ask in your jazz, let it slide man

Same membrane, wear it well you little bastard, thick as leather
Light as a feather, let it help – whatever