I Slept With The Daughters And All I Got Was This Lousy Song Written About Me

Spread your thighs like a cancer let me see what's inside.
Your pale body has that graveyard charm.
Those desperate looks have got me diggin so deep.
I bury my head in the crown pushes please, please.
She's the maid in the masquerade.
I'm the employee asleep at the factory.