Lambchop The Petrified Florist
A goofy Libra a drafty car
I do believe, I've stepped on my guitar
A borrowed bender a liver ends
Until you've seen it, it's really just pretend
A coward's trade a careful foray
Against the blade a patent
Answer can't wait
To get my hands on her
The closing of the coor
The blistered buttered roar, oh
Callous even hand
In the village of the damned
A broken glass, the broken table
The spitting image if I was able
A frightened bird the written word
Our daily logic has become absurd
And when you see her smile
You live the fever for a little
While you'll never ever leave her
My crippled friend
