Forward to Fun

everybody's looking forward to fun

blaring rotten, cook and matlock and jones

carry bodies hide fingers under the leaves

you're scaring me please

i'll tell my older brother looking to run

to trail his crummy bookies' line of action

the failed and petty crooked-ass thieves aren't willing

to please

and i want to

surf the ocean with this board made out of soul

never want to

dwarf emotions for my daughters' hearts of gold

to be perfectly stoned

and get outside and work my lazy bones

scary thoughts are cooking, the cook is a punk

harry rags and sooty, i'm elephant's trunk

the buried bodies growing wings under my feet

apparently cheat

daring daughter's chocking, "i married a chump"

young mary's father broke in, "i'll make him a stump"

hurried prodding just might sever arteries

appendage and meat

and i want to

surf the ocean with his board made out of soul

never want to

dwarf emotions for my daughters' hearts of gold

to be perfectly stoned

and get outside and work my lazy bones

everybody's looking forward to fun