2003-05-09 - 5:57 p.m.
you say, "who invited you?"
I say, "I'll go when I am through
Don't let me rain down fire ants
To bite you in your picnic pants
but I can smell it on your breath
and you are stinking into death
I may not be an invitee
but you don't get it yet, don't you see?
you think it's just a regulation?
you need to get a revelation?
just to keep you out of hell
I know this doesn't bode too well
what you need is to shut up
and listen while I wash your cup
this stuff you do to get you high
will rot your soul, infect your eye,
it creeps up in the back bayou
it gathers wicked omens too
surrounds you with the foaming goo
and contradicts all that you do
and now to demonstrate my point
you're disconnected from your joint
you go for hours but can't get off
and blame it on your childhood cough
you hardly feel a thing down there
disassociated where
the victim and the perp still meet
below your head, above your feet
Don't let the angels torch your town
I've come to shut this orgy down
cut the lights and raise the dome
grab your thong and go back home
and pray that God will save your soul
from TV ads and mind control
better yet, once you come down
you need to turn this ship around
and guide it safely back to port
find that place of last resort
call that friend who's born again
ask them how not to pretend
keep your body for the one
who'll be the parent of your son
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