Prayers on Fire

In our yard how many chickens can we count On our fingers and toes on their toes Sitting on father's hole sitting on his chest Crushing rocks of dirt the earth is soft in our Yard, yard, yard Stones in my shoes and feet Are dragging them through muse

Zoo-music girl! Zoo-music girl! Our life together is a hollow tooth Spit out the shells, spit out the shells You know exactly what I'm talking about Don't drag the orchestra into this thing Rattle those sticks, rattle those sticks The sound is beauti

wow! uh oh I am a figure of fun obsessive, dead-pan and moribund green at the gills, seasick I am the figure of fun (?) I baked in the sun I have no luck in love I have no luck in anything I am a figure of fun and I'm impressed by everyone but I impr

when ya walk outa here when ya walk out I gotta fill up that space or fill up that no-space I'll fill it up with tears I'll fill it up with tears I'll fill it up with tears I'll fill it up with tears and cry cry cry cry where no-fish can swim where n

Insect, insect, insect, insect Incest, insect, incest, insect Nick the stripper Hideous to the eye Hideous to the eye Well, he's a fat little insect A fat little insect A fat little insect A fat little insect And OOOOOOHHHH! Here we go again Nick the

Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole Letting in a sick wind In a small puffs Yo-ho-hole Yo-ho-hole Through which blow A small sick wind Yo-ho-hole Yo-ho-hole Puff puff The sick wind blows Slipping stitches leading to So slight a hole Slippi

This is true oh! this is true it's true Mister forever said nothing said I can sing Hit it! make it a dead one With words like with words like Blood and soldier and mother O.k. o.k. I want to i wanna sleep before the end Which is most impolite Hit it

What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames in the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! The hours hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types so we can ca

King Ink strolls into town he sniffs around King Ink kicks off his stink-boot sand and soot and dust and dirt and he's much bigger than you think King Ink King Ink King Ink a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink a get up a get