Latrinalia

Bye-bye buoy duly versed in the who's who of zilch
Filth flaunt blondie, stoned soup spoons and guilt
Voodoo and bills at the swill of the surf
For the riverbed of sister's sledge Wilson and worms

Shipwreck a lexicon mayday and more
Tough mudda' cummerbunds vacate the floor
Pray space before there were steeples and stones
And they heads full of shit put bleach in your bones

Creased in your ghost, thorns in your paws
In the burden of your keep being mourned at the mall
It's a small world after you gеt asked for it all
And give it just a pick if you get wagonеd or walk

There's magic involved, just slight of hand
Some people who may need to pick you up by your plans
And some others that will try you, design you as dumb
But they're just buying you some time to decide who you love

I advise you to duck, cover your cake
Them strangers don't look nothin' like the ones at your wake
And a hundred who raise, just a dime to a drake
When you divide them by the tongue of all fucks that you gave

Tough to a pain, but harder to earn
Excuse me miss, I insist that you pardon my perm
Cause I'm gard'ing for herbs, guarded and dumb
The rocket ship piñata at the party of none

I'on know shit but I know how to read
The writing on the wall that nobody needs
And howling at the moon won't temper my tea
And every shepherd with a pepper know it's better to breathe

Up all night, God's speed, keep your day job
Blow punk, house up, cowed up, Baywatch
Lunchbox heavy, got him lost at the buffet
Bombshell blondie sloppy script on the cupcake

One way mirror here's a fortune to fold
In a corp for every orphan that is boarding the boat
Sorted the soaped, my brand new scent
So was offering you smell him when he stands on his head

Standing the deck, watching the guard
Thought you never tossed the baby for a box of cigars
With the toxins of tar, part of the deal
When that shit that isn't home makes it harder to feel

Barking is real under the deck
Marking it with paint while he huffing the rest
See the guns are a threat, don't know how to aim
So they hit whatever's closer that will shoulder the blame

I'on know shit but I know how to read
The writing on the wall that nobody needs
And howling at the moon won't temper my tea
And every shepherd with a pepper know it's better to breathe

I'on know shit but I know how to read
The writing on the wall that nobody needs
And howling at the moon won't temper my tea
And every shepherd with a pepper know it's better to breathe