Lyrics

You choke on nails and rayon ties
Smoking tongues tell all the lies
Hail down, it hails down

Politicasters shade their sighs
Iron rations feed the flies
Hail down, hail down

Take a bat and hit your brother
(what a twat)
Pull my hair I’ll tell your mother
(what a cunt)

Don’t you wait
I’ll find the time
To take over
Your mind
Is mine

Bona fide suicide
Dirty hocked cyanide
The baboons by your side
Will take your place
In time

This soggy eyed ossified
Salt-licked stye of mine
It seeps for you it
It weeps for you
And your tactfully acquired
Piss-pan diagnosis
She hangs over the rails
Watching the sperm whales glide
As he just sits there
And stares at that vivid ass

You choked on nails
And rusted ties
Smoking tongues
Tell all the lies

Bona fide feticide
Sanctified matricide
The baboons by your side
Will take your place
In time