Pam thinks her husband is an idiot. Fuck you Ned you are a wanker, drunkenly muttering to herself.
With half a slab of UDL under her belt, she staggers out to the paddocks to his precious shed.
Jack Daniels collectables floor to ceiling, including the old No. 7 Neds mate painted on a barrels. It looks shit as.
Theres piles of clothes on the floor and a two liter Peters Original Lid. Moaning rises from under the floor.
Pam bursts through the basement door and sees a group of men in a circle, chillaxing and patting their dicks.
What the fuck is going on cunts? Fucking hell is that my good fitted sheet? Get it off the fucking concrete Ned ya cunt, oh fuck me is that girl dead?
Pam you were warned, to stay the fuck out of my cool man cave when I am having a meeting. Oi Bruce strap her in.
Righto lads get in line. Lets show this drunk nosey bitch how we operate. Bill do you have anything left?
Just a little residue in my forey
Just paint what you can on her forehead please. I need all you blokes to dig deep. One by one they puff little loads on her face. Wait for my call...Now!
As Neds jizz hits her lips, Bruce stompers her head into a pulp.. Poor Neds bawling his eyes out. Farewell my love
Ned steals one final kiss, tonguing bone, blood and semen. Wrap em up boys the footys bout to start. Put these cunts in the same fucking grave!
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
