Throwing Muses Slippershell
You soft soap the soft shelled
The porous morons like me
And you're not sorry
Piece of cake to shake off principles
Hard won scruples
And pretty virtue
Crushed into the bottom
Of mud yellow sand like slippershell
Chrome
Like phosphorescent teeth
In mud yellow skin
You're a slippershell
And you can go to hell
Hard water down your throat
Down your back
Hard to say it's hard luck
When you're so happy
Hard to say it's hard luck
When you had it coming
You're a slippershell
And you can go to hell
Maybe see me there
Can't you see it's a white out
Made of chrome?
Can't you see the white out?
It's why i piss and moan
It's why i can't go home
Wallet full of fat
Belly full of milk
You're touchingly deeply fulfilled
You're very old
You're very new
You're touchingly deeply confused
Can't you see the white out?
No
I guess you don't
