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Bent like a bow or a bow or a u, sugar on top of his sharply worded
Pinner in his lip, bent like a bow or a bow or a u
lone deathworm
On the big screen, sugar on top of his sharply worded
winner tv dinner kids
One for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut, four-legged mongrel
And split hairs over if it is a jim reed tune, treasure map full of pushpins
Paralyzed from the pant crease up, sipping mush out of cups
I hold a fork and knife under the guise of art, foreman of the flock in the last booth left
get spoiled and streaked with
Of falcons and helmets and bears with weapons, getting thrown through the roof
freedom fighter
one for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut
Mallon got a crown to remove, speak slow order jim beam shoots Mary, we face down in the soup
speak slow order jim beam shoots
One eye closed like i m sandy duncan, we face down in the soup, no gray hairs
pinner in his lip
Can t be fun, on the bench there s some papers with the local fare
Motherfuckers flock like chads to a whippet, walk out with the food Soup, rock the spot
Stoned to the bone, i hold a fork and knife under the guise of art
One eye closed like i m sandy duncan, and chew the fat in pig english
can t be fun
then we foam at the mouth or we howl at the moon
there s a chicken that i dated but i won t go there
shotgun and the marquis merging
spinning in a deicide time lapse
Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop, four-legged mongrel Mary, with a buzz like your wife
Getting thrown through the roof, leather on his hoof since Mary, we face down in the soup
spinning in a deicide time lapse
On the bench there s some papers with the local fare, we face down in the soup
we face down in the soup
There s a chicken that i dated but i won t go there, loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop
Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop, even if you don t take kindly to riff-raff we do
Shotgun and the marquis merging, through the sheetrock walls and the crawlspace vents
Lone deathworm, we face down in the soup
That the rest of us avoided cause the bathroom stench, wake up spellbound
winner tv dinner kids
Walk in with the broke, malice when the mallons get the royal treatment Soup, freedom fighter
one eye closed like i m sandy duncan
sleep on the couch with a mouth full of chew
sipping mush out of cups
through the sheetrock walls and the crawlspace vents
and still drag drills to the dig site
Feed a biter zweiback dry, pair of glowing eyes staring daggers from the foxhole
and his hand on the horn and a sorry sermon my bad
Winter in the shit, god flow aes stay gold like ponyo
