Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the whore, Who had fucked all round Jakarta, but had never come before, She’d fuck and suck most anything and she had a running sore, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

CHORUS: Gory, gory, hallelujah, Gory, gory, hallelujah, Gory, gory, hallelujah, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

She hung around the Tankard and she danced at Tanamour, And with all the fucking that she’d done, she’d never come before, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

She almost quit then in despair, but then she had a flash, She said “I’ve tried most everything, but haven’t tried the HASH! And all those wankers are so pissed up, they’ll never see the rash,” But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

And so one steaming Monday night, she found the Anker truck, She could see by the crazed looks in their eyes that she would have some luck, So she strolled into the circle and challenged anyone to a fuck, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

The Hash Master was in control and so he stepped up first, But sadly the man had drunk too much and overquenched his thirst, When he pulled his flaccid penis out, she laughed like she would burst, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

The Joint Hash Masters took a turn, they stepped up one by one, But with each prick she gave a sigh, for still she hadn’t come, She said, “You’re no good at fucking, you’d best go back and run,” But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

The Masters of Music tried their hands but couldn’t do a thing, One was so tired from running, all that he could do was sing, The other tried a shortcut, got his prick lost in her ring, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

Hash Cash stepped hard into the fray and tried to fill the breach, But when he put it up inside she said it wouldn’t reach, So she grabbed the Secretary and she sucked him like a leech, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

The Scribe stepped up and cried, “The pen is mightier than the sword,” But when he jumped upon her she just lay there looking bored, She said, “You’re really nothing when you’ve whored like I have whored,” But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

The Religious Advisor said a prayer and called upon the Gods, The only way to make her come was with his divine rod, But even with celestial help, he was like the other sods, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

All in the circle took their turns, the Germans and the Frogs, The Aussies, Yanks, and Pommies and even a couple of dogs, But the Dutchmen were the last in line to shed their running togs, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

When they all had finished she said, “There’s something I must tell, I’ve laid here in the circle and watched all your pricks swell, But for all the good you’ve done for me, you can all go straight to hell,” But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

They each had tried her one by one as she lay upon the grass, They’d jammed it up her cunt and mouth and some had tried her ass, The one thing that they hadn’t tried, was to fuck her all en masse, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

What alone they didn’t do, they accomplished it in sum, With three pricks between each finger and eighteen up her bum, And sixteen each in cunt and mouth, she said, “I think I’m gonna come,” But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

The city bells began to peel, her body began to shake, Exploding rockets lit the sky, the earth began to quake, That one massive orgasm was all that she could take, But she ain’t gonna fuck no more.

And when they climbed down off her and they looked upon the ground, Nothing of her could be seen and nothing could be found, They said though she was one good fuck, she’d never be a Hash House Hound, For she ain’t gonna fuck no more.