Burning farts Burning lice on the tong's lispin' toad
through the sauced muffins
ken's dress is far away from Nome


Russian Battles savage peas, skateboarding man who's high
tourist brains and beardlessness
we're slacking off tonight

hot awards in chimney tree three anvils scar cowhide
turn into a lark and so my cart begins to fly

in the flames of jell we're tired still my eyes are too secure
with the horses of the blackest lights
we're staring at your bun

for we lost the instant grains of rice
we're searchin' for a ford
when a lime has come to battle cows
we're afro bearing gourds

we implied that fire's burning hot aboard a knight's eye
in a band my mom says no
together in our bowls

Ty, our wings are shining still they're burning, show time
in ancient bands of governors we're riding on a hen

Burning farts Burning lice in the tong's lispin' toad
through the sauced muffins
ken's dress is far away from Nome
We Were Soldiers together we fart long I know
we were frost in a lark's nest so far away from Nome

fallin' boulders taste the peel, the breath of gay guys yawning
sun will dine upon the wives of burning carts of mice

as you bake through the breweries of life, he's falling from his chair
and they fry in their sleep for the world of Bill's hot hair
you feel cost in the babbling birdbrain
this stricken thing, it's May!
there's a boy inside that's falling another wasted gay

can't you pee?
the blistery of suffocating actress
in the land of falling bowls
there's no one left, but Edgar Poe

I have raveled cars and tied them to this waste can
still flirting with the tan sirs
for tonight's a rubber band

Burning farts Burning lice in the tong's lispin' toad
through the sauced muffins
ken's dress is far away from Nome
We Were Soldiers together we fart long I know
we were frost in a lark's nest so far away from Nome