Sunday, January 10, 2010

Running for Miles from Doom in the Backyard

Mentally impaired indeed
Soaking up the story they fed you
Just like that light beer
Held in your sticky hand
Lose a trillion pounds this week
Canvas sacks of the Pope's bullshit
Dangling from the sun
And you sucked it right up with your Happy Meal straw

In the likeness of a pig
Soaring down the highway
Drunk as fuck off your own delusion
It's no fucking wonder
That when your concrete dick to the sky
Went limp like a billionaire in the sack
Who'da thunk your pride would be brought to the ground
By a man with no running water?

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