Out of God's worldly wind came a lecture
And out of Jesus spouted a wordy conjecture
And you wear the silk screen martini look
And I ask with what do you base yer facts
Do you have a tall, beanstock nook
Or a true-telling ball of wax
What light can you possibly shed
From the trumpet you awkwardly field
You'll remember why you're dead
for the lack of what-have-you yield
An effortless expression bellows from your castles
and reality lays to waste the mote of my matrix
why, can't we transcend golden tassles
and voundabars? Cause you covered the only quick fix
Somethin' dead, frosty and green can't confess
to the hearts and lungs of the wayward cavern
was it your pale body on the lectern?
fried leftover shrimp spinach can't digest that
what you have lost, its nutrition is mess
But you consume, and you consume
It could take the monkey wrench,
now that would set you straight,
one numbing blow, no, it's very simple
I'll rassle up some stalks--breaded, you'll like
and the clock will say, "eat, eat, you too t'in'"
Restraining yourself, you'll pace as it ticks
You'll think about Mousselini, 3rd Reich,
Rugby and see, most things stay
during sin.
