May 14, 2004 12:07
17700, find it..
17700, find it, its here
Your words burn the air
Like the names of candy bars
Your mouth is cold and red
All in rings around your
Laugh laughing laughs
It's a grind grind
It's a grind
It's a grind grind
I'll scratch you raw
L'etat c'est moi
I drink the drink
And I'm wall to wall
I absorb trust like a love rhombus
I feel I must elucidate
I ate the chump with guile
Quadrilateral I was
Now I warp like a smile
Like an eyeball.
Like a square cut.
Like a funny car.
Like a monster truck