And we never meet again, and there the scars of sharing forever
I'd follow bert and earnie to the cellar on a ceratin journey
I'm the hissing tapeworm like telepathic invertibrate housed in your head
Home and flesh go togeather good like foam and mesh
Not that I mind losing all those pieces, but inventors side is nooooooo....
I cary my records to the contest in a scum bag
I'm the leggless crow who dragges himself from beneath the bridge of life to beg and live
It takes more than just good looks to get into my good books
Yet, miserable might circle around and strike the kind hearted few who still play with me in here.
I'm rhyming for nickles because this game is coin opperated
I'm the green ad grey blubbering sea-hag naming each individual grain and turning it over
North american men, we like tities and car parts