Inflicted By Hounds

Blistering outburts, like burning a bratwurst at the PTA's playground ordeal

Too bad you've erased all the times you've been chased by some pre-schoolers new cannonball

Bandage the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib meat right back inside

A dozen old ladies who visit from Hades have filed their art down to a point

No need, no need no need no need, no need no need

No need to be harried, whether unique or varied, you'll find the bigger lumps real tough to hide

Simply a lard ass, a festering hard mass, the tumors help the doctors decide, but

They're wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong

The catch of the day is now getting away 'cause the strong boy is losing his grip

His eye cannot focus where his forefinger poke us but the blankets are soft and they're warm

They're warm, they're warm they're warm, they're warm, they're warm they're warm

While the kid in the street with the blood on his feet is eating handgun burritos with cheese

Ideas are like treasure but they're harder to measure even with our new technology

They're wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong

(I was talking to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, fuckin' puke, I think they eh..forget it)

Hundreds of potholes, and half full beer bottles

Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte, guerilla

Tiny childish plans to assassinate the tutor

A docile seeing eye dog, who owns his own computer

The local union workers ready willing and they're able

Elementary principle who drinks under the table