S.D.B.J.

Lyin' around

Like some goddamn walrus

You make me

Sick to my stomach

The smell is here

Hangs like a killer

Hangs like a deadman

And I can't take another day

Sick

Drunk

Blow

Job

The smell is here

Hangs like a killer

Hangs like a deadman

And I can't take another day

Some kind of bra-wearin'-hairy-fish

Droolin' into your dish

Pastoral

Your life is gone

Your youth is over

Years of cheer

Reduced to this

A crumbling mess

On a September morn

Your blood flows by

Like a meandering stream

Bubbling

Gurgling

Brook-like

Baking in the midday sun

Hard on the outside

Soft on the inside

(That's a nice contract)

I saw you there

Sioux City bound

In a cornfield

I saw you there

Stinking