George Foreman Cock Crusher Lyrics

Album: Garbage

Late at night drunk as shit after the show

No money left, can't afford to eat on the road

Shed my sweaty clothing - time to sandwich with skill

Mayo, bread, ham and cheese - into my Foreman Grill

Preheat the griddle as I reach for the whiskey

On top of my fridge, unopened full handle

My dick hits the heat, I recoil suddenly

Bottle landing on the grill clamping on my cock!

Rush to freeze my burning dong, I cram it in the ice box

Shut the fridge door on my stick, repeatedly

Panic as the skin breaks, due to the sudden temp change

Shriveled shredded burnt stump is all I have left

Lying on the cold hard tile

Tear in my eye but still I've yet to die

Uncork the whiskey as I will need this

Upend the bottle - I will drink to my dead dick