1,000 O'Clock

Fasten your seat belts, remove glasses

Bright lights, bright lights

I wear shoes to bed, paint teeth on my lips

Trench foot, gangrened for the win

Blitzkrieg Bopper, petitioned out of shit's creek proper

The only inaccessibly blip on the streaming doppler

Screaming "uncle" in a sea of TV doctors

Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce

The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing

Flooded P.D. blotter under horizontal coffee

More to follow, outside tweakers are in love

Teeny Raquel Welch submarining through the blood

Voyagers, poisoned or maybe just a misfit toy or two

Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs choose

That sorta hemming and hawing'll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally

And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy

Everything his cutting room scrapped

On a silver screen that throws gummy bears back (Attack)

All these tribes hoard breads and wines

These climates transform men to swine (Again)

All these hives hide knives and lead

These bribes can't transform swine to men

Alright

Sensible sweater on ice, devil horns high

Like shovels above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes

Vendetta-drunk leader squealing, "it's the real pig fever"

Sick people pinky swearing on concealed sixth fingers

That's idle handwork in the spirit of death dealers

Look at mommy's little Hercules, custom Troy Hurtubise

Flourish in the blind spot of Spittle County Gore Police

Or really any readily ebbing and flowing "War and Peace"

One plain brown key foods bag head

Two holes later, I'll see to this loose flatbread

Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost?

The currency of brotherhood back in his cut palm

It sucks, it's nauseating dawn crawling with bugs

They seemed attracted to the matters of the morally snubbed

See my "Goodnight Irene" massacred flat in the key of tragedy

Whole diner like, "I'll have what he's having"

All these tribes hoard breads and wines

These climates transform men to swine (Again)

All these hives hide knives and lead

These bribes can't transform swine to men

Aggravated brain stick, motion sick

They peel back slow and expose the whole shit

Brain set drum speed to ultimate

Break bones in the throws of moments so ill

(In related news)

Today, a thousand sea lions got up and left the pier

They had successfully invaded and secured for twenty years

Some said it was the food supply or shifting weather patterns

Truthfully, a whole community of scientists are baffled

In '89, maybe ten showed up at the wharf

As if guided by the trident of Poseidon to cavort

Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton

Like a half-ton annoyance till the heart-warming story went public

You'll need a montage, animals arriving in droves

A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your cove

Which bring us back up to this morning when the colony dove

I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own

They go, "Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less fatty

If a twelve year old wasn't beaning it with salt water taffy

Every five fucking seconds", sounds like a basic

Liberating moment of collective "Fuck Fame" shit

All these tribes hoard breads and wines

These climates transform men to swine (Again)

All these hives hide knives and lead

These bribes can't transform swine to men