Oh Fudge

[Verse 1]

Yeah, stirring up the pot

Add a couple worms, herbs from the swamp

Conjure up a curse, turn a person to a frog

Courtesy the blob with the shirt full of snot

Plus mildew

Pretty much a ball of sticky stuff and soft tissue

Hemoglobin, cat hair, peanut butter, coffee

Born with a cough and a finger in the frosting

I can't stop sweating

People at the store say, "I think that man's melting"

The fan's not helping

It's probably a job for Abraham Van Helsing

I woke up on fire and speaking a dead language backwards

Several octaves deeper than his average

The how is not important, it's the translation that matters

It says, "Beware the flesh in which archaic evils gathers", goddamn

[Chorus]

I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes

Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones

Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub

Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat

[Verse 2]

Earlier this morning, several hunters from the region

Put a BOLO on his spirit, call the number if you see it

Container at the bungalow, bubbling at the gumline

The bushy-tailed and bug-eyed, come in every color fungi

Oh fudge, my new form isn't in the folklore

The new norm wasn't in the brochure

There's no known cure

Nothing more to figure out, just sit around and grow horns

Germs on germs on germs

Slide through, cry you a river of soft serve

My snail trail exhibit infinity wrong turns

I'm gelatin, forever in line for the hors d'oeuvres

Coat full of crab toast, foam at the whistle

Future of a puddle with a phone in the middle

With no signal

It's emotional

[Chorus]

I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes

Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones

Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub

Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat