We’re all going down down/ do I stutter
No more mama grizzlies no more pantaloons/ No pills
for sleep/ pills for ails / the homos going down for
The elephants going down gather/ still we can’t see water
The forecast comin/ The mother of ultra floods
Extra thin with wings they’ve made us/ when clotted losses
need a blubbered kind of hold/ 'Cause concrete sinks
I said/ Stinks/ & the homos/ We’re all going down
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