Locust - Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch lyrics

The chicken bit it (The foreskin knew it) The sultry salesman worked to keep his high heels on. Oh, the doors are talking Oh, the sheets are stained A fleshy bowl of nonsense says, "Apparently a s*ut's been made!" Why must the fortune teller always do the dirty work? It bit the chicken (The skin foresaw it) And sultry heels worked to keep the salesman high. Can I touch your telepathic private parts?