Wading Through A Ventilator

I fix my fish

I fool my frog

I fray my feet

I drag my dog

I drag my dirt

Across the wall

I squash my just like my grub

I bang in a pub

My girl is right

In greasy silk

A split tomato in her mind

A crumpled heart

Sagged to the sea

Tomato heart

Escaping gas

I think my girl has rubber skin

Of all the people that I know

The ones I like I love the best

The fishes in the sewer pipes

The highway man in yellow stripes

It might not now but it will be later

Wading through your ventilator

Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh

I tang my fag

You taint your cyst

The pretty Bob he

Licks my stamp

And twists her fang

She tugs his foot

We think of better things and laugh

Her hair's on my marshmallow pout

My head is rich

Enough to burst

Without me struggling in my car

Fresh ale and flies

On melon halves

You wind up living somewhere cheap

And die upon a compost heap

Of all the people I don't know

The ones I do I hate the most

The twisted father of mankind

'S enough to drive a poor boy blind

It might not now but it could be later

Wading through your ventilator

I wading in and that's a fact

The meat was cut the meat was packed

You shredded me with icy strings

As coiled salami I was led

Into a holy stocking shed

My life like antiseptic stings

A tongue of stalk

And tender leaves

And then she'll eat

Her skull it and splits

And like an egg

It dribbles down your inside leg

Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay

I drank a cat

I sun a cake

She throws transistors in my lake

I threw her head

Far through the door

You wonder what I do that for

They wonder what she think I gots

Listen baby

There ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind

If it bothers you we can turn it off

With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye

And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide

And my salmon head wait on a moose's neck

A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn

Invented me one summers morn

I lost you now but I'll catch you later

Wading through your ventilator