Why don’t they tell you on the package
You have to sift thru all the wreckage
Today we dine
On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car
They kill wild horses
on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck
they kill wild horses
and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck
Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own
when his cat ran out on him he totally froze
Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size
every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the beats start the baby will rock
Rock rock rock
Soul of the part your souls on the hop
Me on the bottom and you on the top
A hippy hippy shake prompting legs akimbo
Nobody can win you’re frigid or you’re a bimbo
Lou says “Take your baby out on the street and by the morning she’s another hit and run”
Now that’s some poetry right there but I couldn’t do that because my baby’s second to none
Baby’s on fire, time to put the cat out, my baby takes the minute train
She works from none to five each day and then she takes it back again
Rock my baby in the bosom of Abraham, knife out ready to dispatch his child
Rock this baby in the garden of Eden
Snake-bellied shapeshifter lighting fires in the wild
Shake sheep and sheafs
Beats beyond belief!
In the wigwam he’s the chief
Big sticks provide the backbeat
Twice on the tailpipe means
No way Jose now get outta those jeans
Slip in that back beat
Beats so good make me wanna tweet his prowess in a hollow
In a hallowed hall he can’t be beat!
He’s a rat-tat Tum-tiddly-um-tum
Goo-goo-ga-joob-beat mothers son
With a pair of sticks that make a Chinese national revert to a fork and spoon!
Shake sheep and sheafs
Give it the old one-two, for this house is bleak
Play that ol piano bar-style
In that knowing way without getting hostile
Punching out that rhythm like a pulsing pustule
Pumping like a heart accelerating corpuscles
29 lie under amidst the stream
Elevated to less humdrum dreams
Suffocated by greed and negligence
Superimposed fake intelligence
No dead canary to warn them
No heroes in a cage
Gaseous clay an underground tombstone
A river runs thru it, septic and odorous
Specific warnings noted and ignored
Smoking guns still smoking on the floor
Poisons no more brought back home
Nor bread, bacon, love or ham on the bone
Treading on people all day long
Back on the treadmill of right and wrong
As right or wronged as the day is long
As right as Godzilla, as wrong as king kong
Snippy snidely snipping away
Snivelling simmering pitching woo at the neutron decay
You wait for an hour you wait for a day
I say I say I say I say
Each minute seems to last a day
What do you say to a horse that can’t neigh
Don’t call him a naysayer come what may
Neon Lamp Stingray
An electric eel which you object to feel
Such a barrier ramp king ray
The lock of horns telling you you’re about to keel
like the biblical fish that swallowed jonah whole
a job lot with too many problems to assimilate
erked up on the seaside after three days of gall
a tricky feat for the movie to emulate
A neon ray stinglamp, electric eye , on and to be
or not to be, could be an iron deficiency
keen as mustard steely as the wheel
hardened criminals how do you feel
Isolated like a grounded boat-load of bait-lot
ground into pulp to make baitmeat for that lot
the leftover droppings can be pulped up for catmeat
i woundn’t feed it to my cat, but i’d feed it to my prince
m’lord find here the finest shrove
of giggly aunties and artichokes
a nip of brandy from the last century
i’ll stamp your hand now lest you need re-entry.
Holy mother of Moses , lay you down to weep
By the Avon River , 3 feet deep
A pocketful of moonbeams to keep me inspired
A dash of greying moondust from the moons funeral pyre
A blessing in disguise, oh boy what a good disguise
Didn’t see it coming tho its right before my eyes
A devil in the details, a devil in disguise
That old dust devil moonbeam caught me right between the eyes
I just want to drink in yr pretty eyes
Lick the pupil and taste the iris
Don’t want to deaden yr pretty eyes
But if they’re dead already, o, Osiris
Now Billy-Ray and Miley had a real thing
But she found out ’bout Billy and Hannah
You come here again without exact change
I’ll kick your ass to Indiana
All across the state line
City limits too
Fighting back tears like a soldier of love
All the while questioning who is who
Fire and ice in your pretty eyes
Tell me where the passion burns
Freezer burns from yr pretty pretty eyes
The table has turned, the butter has turned
Rancid as a rampant Rumpole of the Bailey
Robust in every way but one
Smiley-house gizzards make a lot of sense
When you’re piling the blows on a chum
Re-asserting it in the affirmative
an i can spell it
if you aint wearin spermicide
you can surely smell it
I’m emanatin it
like an old man excretes sweat an pee
like a sweet pea wrings itself
to get off the tree
M – molotov cocktail
A – AIDS and cocksuckin weed
N – Nazi Sympathizers gathering round everywhere you can see
crawlies in the shovel cause a whole lot o trouble
wind blows your way the larkspur sail needs to double
rudder on the aft whose mainsail puffs
puffed up whitey grille-teeth chew the fat and the kibble
Gnarly teeth whisperers gnaw the brittle to the bone
No cavity left unfilled when yr home alone
Latchkey neighbours taking liberties
Have got a nerve given their proclivities
Pull my wiener
So sorry prince Albert
Bout the blisters on my wiener
Breaking out the sea biscuits
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Hob nobbing it with the top knobs
Let me be upfront
It’s part of the wiener culture
A chance to take a punt
Pull My Wiener
Baby you can pull my weiner, don’t refrain
Pull my wiener like you’re pulling the goddam chain
Pull it like fitzcaraldo
Making the pass like a tug of war
Heaving and hauling the motherlode
Scrimping and straining , a rachetless pincer-wheel
Shuddering , shimmering in the last summer sparkles
Giddy up glimmer horse, make rock into matter
