Lyin' around 

like some goddamn walrus 

you make me 

sick to my stomach 

The smell is here 

hangs like a killer 

hangs like a deadman 

and I can't take another day 

sick 

drunk 

blow 

job 

The smell is here 

hangs like a killer 

hangs like a deadman 

and I can't take another day 

Some kind of bra-wearin'-hairy-fish 

droolin' into your dish 



Pastoral

Your life is gone 

your youth is over 

years of cheer 

reduced to this 

A crumbling mess 

on a September morn 

your blood flows by 

like a meandering stream 

bubbling 

gurgling 

brook-like 

baking in the midday sun 

hard on the outside 

soft on the inside 

(That's a nice contract) 

I saw you there 

Sioux City bound 

In a cornfield 

I saw you there 

stinking