The first red arrow
Stuck in my pickled side
The movement makes it easy
For a birdy to see past
Macho slide
She’ll give her death a try
She’ll take it under her arm
Feathered up to the pit of
Her small life
A baby ba-lee-zee with a sting like
A pocket knife
Pulled out to break and take a lake of
Naked pike
Raw hammy paddles
In love with a low life jacket of rind
Makes baking easy
With a creep for a tin
And batter of mashed eyes
I’ll make a dirty fry
Butter balls of pure love
Boiled down to the last thing in
A pigsty
We wake, it’s a greasy mistake,
Morning wood, and a heartbreak
Then shake a snake,
Yeah I could shake it fine
The snipers in each hole inside
My body their eyes on
Lover’s hide, nose and ears inside out
Aimed at the thief’s thigh
Yeah I could shake it fine
I’ll make a dirty fry
A lake of naked pike
Yeah I could shake it fine
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Channeling everything from the B-52s to Royal Trux, this album drives with a noisy guitar, a really good drummer, hooky bass lines and an extremely charismatic singer delivering lyrics dripping with black humor. mark