Jesus Lizard Gladiator
You should see her use a gun
She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone
More than an occasional hazard
You run the risk of conceiving a bastard
You should see her use a gun
She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone
More than an occasional hazard
You run the risk of conceiving a bastard
In remembrance of the truth
In remembrance of Aunt Ruth
In memory of the gun
In memory of everyone
And of the warm sun
And the pain in my side
But if you ask her where she's gone
She'll spout a banter on and on
About a germ free place
About a germ free place in anywhere
Her sexual comedy from now until eternity
There is no joking, Moe, who knows what's going on
A droll spoof of a tragedy of awkward mediocrity
Performed on the plains of Serengeti
