S.D.B.J.

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