歌词
Lyin' around like some goddamn walrus you make me sick to my stomach
The smell is here hangs like a killer hangs like a deadman and
I can't take another day sick drunk blow job
The smell is here hangs like a killer hangs like a deadman and
I can't take another day
Some kind of bra-wearin'-hairy-fish droolin' into your dish
Pastoral Your life is gone your youth is over years of cheer reduced to this
A crumbling mess on a
September morn your blood flows by like a meandering stream bubbling gurgling brook-like baking in the midday sun hard on the outside soft on the inside (That's a nice contract)
I saw you there
Sioux City bound
In a cornfield
I saw you there stinking