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