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