Sunday, November 7, 2010

The homos going down

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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