Blood Sandwich

Yep, steps up to the plate

Little brother little league eighty seven he was eight

Rookie season for the skinny slugger newly out of t-ball

Pit against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off

Church then a grip of loons run to third first

Granny yelling go Cubs nose in her word search

Seen milfs like apes on a monolithic bleacher

Into advocating war and peace in lieu of sport and leisure

Hi Peggie, I was ten chewing on a sweet tart

Little brother left field queen's guard

Mean arm, knees bent, two out, two on bags

When I caught him staring down at something

Moving through the grass

Hold up, tagged runner and the whole cast rotate

Not before he could identify the culprit

Granny yelling go Cubs, Graham yelling gopher

New left fielder give a fuck about a homer

Got a homie little rodent head and shoulders out a shovel

No baseball in the bubble, ruh roh

Parents thought it adorable

Players followed suit inning crawling to a close

Head coach not amused, coach seeing red

Coach on the diamond dragging

Twenty seven inches of aluminum behind him

When he transverse third the families turn nervous

The following is a transcript of a man vs. vermin

Here we go, man stands out by a hole

Pest pops up to patrol

Man plays live whack a mole

In a scene that would try every child as adults

Woah, pall bore with a ball mit thrown over the fence

Coach hit the bench both teams lose

Good game good game

Granny yelling go Cubs, Cubs ain't playin'

My little brother is a funny dude

A lot of funny shit happened to him

My other brother pretty funny too

Ain't seen him in a minute though

Just in case of rough waters, I want to put one up for my brothers

Just in case of rough waters, I want to put one up for my brothers

Yep, not a part of the machine

Big brother big idea nine zero sixteen

Neubaten tee plaid flannel laden adolescent art kid

Tony Hawk hair, skinny puppy denim

And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend

Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testin'

It's real youth in the palm of your hand

When your mom thinks satan is involved with a band

We were buried in the Village Voice

Checking who was playing where

Pulled his head up out the paper pushing out a single tear

Five words like a beacon of light in the mist

Ministry live at the Ritz

It was Christ has risen to Chris, three loaves two fish

Miracle of mechanized loops on two inch

Coming to a theater he would be there in the flesh

Moms didn't say no but she didn't say yes

Cop tickets ah the plot thickens

Countdown to the ultimate concert experience

Ma still wary and why are they called ministry are they a cult

Maybe she would probably investigate

Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview

Read a couple sentences glanced at a pic or two or three

That's all, no fair trail

Simply you will not be going to the show and that's final

What occurred next were the top of the lungs

Of a son who unjustly had lost what he loved

In a moment that would transcend anger to high art

Said this is something I am will do die for

Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom?

Anyway no body count no concert

And Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched Converse

My older brother is a funny dude

A lot of funny shit happened to him

We hadn't spoken in a couple moons

I called him last night, how you doin'?

Just in case of rough waters, I want to put one up for my brothers

Just in case of rough waters, I want to put one up for my brothers