------------      by Kissyfish

Here comes the knife
Sinking deeper into my own flesh
My life is rife
with similar symbolic gesturesWhen I was just a little gobbler
A-clingin to my daddy's wattle (?)
One by one they took my friends away
I guess this is indicative of what's happening to me

== I'm going down swimming in gravy
(whoa whoa)
I'm swimmin around but I'm not in the Navy
(whoa whoa)

Now I'm alone
and as naked as the day I was hatched
and I prefer stuffing to potatoes
but nobody asked
smothered in the blood of cranberries
listening to bad conversation
about all the kids and the things that they did
And Uncle Ron's constipation

==
Now it's time to listen to another story from Uncle Norm...


Well, y'know, last year Uncle Ray asked me to goes fishin' with him up by
the pond where he claims he caught a fish this one time as big as those
Port-a-Potties that you piss in at the fair. I said, "Hey, Ray, you don't
know your butt from a hole in the ground half the time, but I'll goes fishin
with you." Well, we musta been fishin for hours, and I was getting pretty
hungry, and Ray doesn't care, eh? Til he reaches down into the cooler, pulls
out this thing wrapped in tinfoil, turns out to be a hot dog. I say, "Hey,
Ray, how about somma that hot dog, huh?" And Ray gets this funny look in
his eye like I've never seen before and he says, "You want some hot dog?
I'll give you some hot dog!" And the next thing I know he's got my pant
down around my ankles and he's doin things to me I'm too embarrassed to
talk about! Well, needless to say, that was the last time me and Uncle Ray's
goes fishin.


Here comes the knife
and I'm one step closer to eternity
My whole life
For a chubby suburban family
Well I've done all the things that I oughta
And soon on angels' wings I'll fly
And I'm going to go to where the good turkeys go
To that big Thanksgiving dinner in the sky
where I'll sing

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And I ain't paying for nothing I can get for free