Every night, my Sid Bream
I see you, feel you, touch you, heal you
That is how, Bob, you go on
For of course you been dissed
You races a green bus
And you crashes into a tree
Near, far, you are everywhere
I believe thats your heart in the mud over there
Once more I open the door
And you're here, spread out, on my mat
Oozing pus from your knees
I can touch you one time
And scrape up your entrails
And never let go till I reach the dumpster
Love was when I sprayed Lysol Disinfectant where you touched my sidewalk
One true time I held you
In my hand and your pancreas dripped on my rug
Near, far, you're all over the ground
I believe I just stepped on your heart
And slipped through the open door
And your liver is here on my shirt
And my shirt will get stained
You're here, there and everywhere,
And I know that I'll have to shovel up your guts
You'll stay forever this way
You are rotting in my dumpster
And your heart is next to my old tennis shoes
(Ratmonger, Pat Jackson; Performed by Iron Drool Suit)
