Mr. Glue written in 1999 for Keystone Garden
I knew this guy, his name was Joe
A suitcase in his left hand, a towel in the right
Such a fat fucking prick
He always got his way
Waking in time for dinner
Going to bed with the morning sun
His Bedroom was his playground
The kitchen his retreat
In the bathroom was the throne
For the King of Porn
Classes were a waste of time
Pornos ruled his life
A suitcase full of videos
Computer full of pictures
A gut full of beast ice light
A palm full of blisters
Come join him in his kingdom
His Bedroom was his playground
The kitchen his retreat
In the bathroom was the throne
For the King of Porn
I am the king of porn
I never leave my house
I am the king of porn
You can call Mr. Glue
I am the king of porn
I like to beat my meat