L-U-C-Y, skin flint, so high   Spot five cent for destiny, hooked in nipple tight   She got a hot hard goblin of my love   [Ching-chang double fries]   Bust up crank tank knife and missle   Blue sky drunk beneath fine-toothed chisel      We can't be seen together   Just in case the cops go queer   Rat old radio, take me home   My eyeholes are burning to get you alone      Turning from visions of heat   Twisting the pins in her meat   I take it all back   Shit hit me, she Lucy Peaupaux   So cracked, and we keep living bad dreams   Here's dear Lucy Delight, oh why?   Fat and juicy child, Ms. Lucy, fever ain't right   Once upon a Louisiana exorcism trip   Strung out beef, hung and spit   Pappy Legato illuminated your brain   The three inner priests of American shame:   Benjamin, Dixon, and Small Jerk Sweet   Orchestrated the millenial tyranny treat   Could not satisy a confusion so deep   Old wisdom triumphant despite that beneath   Her eyes are clouded, eyes are locked   Receptive to justice from a generous hock   Lucy Peaupaux, they want you so bad   Lucy wears a weapon, Lucy is your dad   Lucy is a pussy, Lucy ain't a fag   Coming hard times, she's something you never had