Biscuits For Smut - Helmet

Served up in the backyard

Cooked too long on high

Flying out the window

Even dogs have passed them by

Didn’t know she was tied up

Better fed than forced

Time to meet the protagonist

Boy, he never showed remorse

Choking on the one thing

His tongue had gotten too fat

A barely walking dead man

Seemed to know where he was at

Drive himself to the airport

Getting out of here

Overworking the small town

The law couldn’t get too near

Come on smut

You might’ve stayed

You might’ve stayed

You might’ve stayed

You might’ve stayed

Come on