The Jesus Lizard Inflicted by Hounds Letras:
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
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is now getting away cuz 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
Letras: Inflicted by Hounds The Jesus Lizard [final]