[Verse 1] Uh, greasy grimy gopher guts Poolside, O for 1 and don't forget spoons twice Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie Rooms in his home that dissipate into [bad word] flies Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat To Mom "It's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half" She said "I'll keep you in my prayers," I said "I need to hide a body" She said "Ok, honey, talk to you on Friday" Apparently we share [bad word] plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter, according to the blood-and-water chapter Weird, who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway? Probably some surly dad, only child, 30 cats Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past Except it doesn't always work like that
[Hook 1] Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt Where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn I told them, "You will grow to be something inventive and electric; You are healthy, you are special, you are present" Then I let them go Oh...
[Verse 2] You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards In the mirror sweating pitchers; who's there: simian or lizard? As it were there is a disappearing difference In ambition and material; Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol Move as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg 'Yukon Cornelius' I'm a... That's better, here we here we go Disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill Got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized Contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized Check! Never mind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying It is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? Don't play
[Hook 2] Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark Where the grape vines climb a convenient barn I told them, "You will grow to be something tenacious and exalted; You are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded" Then I let them go Oh..
[Verse 3] I have [bad word] unable to maintain Any semblance of relationship on any level I have been a [bad word] to the people who have Actively attempted to deliver me from peril I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up And lip that kissed me on the temple I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition That admits it wish it's history disassembled I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance While skimming for a ministry to pretzel I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish That acted different when the bidding was essential I have been a [bad word] Prone to isolation over sympathy for devils I have been my own worse enemy since the very genesis of rebels
[Hook 3] Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand Where the low tide showcased a promised land I told them, "You will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; You are patient, you are gallant, you are festive" Then I let them go Oh
(On and on and on and on...)