Wckr Spgt The Charles Mountain Lyrics

(a poem of length and complexities)
   Rub rub rub
   Rub your stinking butt
   All over this fucking dirty hill
   Now laugh
   And pray to the Charles Mountain
   Rub rub rub
   Rub your smelly ass
   Into the stupid rocks
   Now look
   Look what you've done
   You must be out of your mind
   Run run run
   Run your wretched hands
   Along the branches of a tree
   How wrong
   Nature made you suffer
   Dew drop oyster barrel
   Dollar face monk cutlery
   Trudging,
   Brownie pan,
   Charles,
   Mountain,
   The famous alchemy
   Distraught highway disdain
   With celery
   I have always loved you
   Commonplace
   War trophy, a mending
   A birth in a shoe
   And a tongue to clean it.
   Saturday
   Saturday is a day to worship
   And shit upon the rocks
   On Charle's mountain
   On Charles Mountain