In this dark winter
I call thee, Abraxas
And in a silent whisper
Into the wind I chant:

Oh, how I wish
I had a cock,
A glorious sword.
To put
In her mouth,
To silence
Every useless word.

A one eyed giant viper
Which wouldn't require
A sock
In my pants.
A cock.

Oh, if only I did
I would sell it in stocks
To show
How high it rises
Above all other cocks.

Abraxas, my lord,
I don't care
How much it costs.
My strap-on I would sell,
I will throw away my dildo,
This is the 7th level of Hell!
Wasn't Earth made for limbo?...

I would give my very soul
If I could trade my tiny hole
For not a sock
In my pants.
A cock.

Not a penis, not a rooster
Not a private or a trooper
Neither a Johnson nor a Willy
Not an itsy bitsy thingy-
A mighty wooden block
An enormous shiny Glock
I would cast away,
In the tick of a clock!
For a cock.

To rip into her ass
And to stick between her tits,
To frighten every lass
And shred her cunt to bits.

Abraxas, ultima dei,
Your religion is my life,
But all I really want
Is a blower, not a wife
To suck this thing I desire
A raging poll of fire
A splashing cum machine
To fuck into her spleen-
Not a penis, not a rooster,
Not a private or a trooper
Not a sock
In my pants.
A cock.