Close To Good Swugs
[Verse 1]
At the top of the mountain of power
The mighty race steadily evolves
Some reach for the greatest in limits
While others eventually fall down
And outside is introduced the balance
To test the foundation of these
Of the oblivious reign, may soon ascertain
That the tapping has left lasting marks
[Verse 2]
Now the slugs, they lay here on the ground floor
With the bigwigs still up on the cliff
And travel down for the genocidal consumption
Chuck's theory still remains today
The appetite of the strong is grumbling
As their eyes roll back atop a smile
And the holy dinner bells, they ringin' way off in the distance
Come with us, it's feeding time
[Verse 3]
Come and get it (Come and get it!)
They can't go far
Follow that slime to the bitter end
Come and get it (Come and get it!)
Though they may taste of tar
It's all the same comin' out your back end
Look around at all your fellow mates
They're brutally feasting on their own
Keep in mind that you may be the next one
Looking up in the eyes chompin' down on your bone