Catacomb Kids

I was a dark, dumb student

No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em

They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms

Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles

Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes

'Zook slipped through the pinholes

Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender

Both the formal squad censor

Look down

Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!"

My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares

Gas for Huntington and back, barely

Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit

The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs

(What's this?)

A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters

So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props

But things will still go bump when them halogens pop

Believe

I'll be there when it happens

The shakin' of the plates off the mantle

The snakin' of the flames off the candle

The lady of the lake off the answers

Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers

Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency

Damn, doggy

Good times, thanks

I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

(What's this?)

I'm an activator

Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later

Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor

When the towns be freak sleep

Trap the traitor

He will ask for papers

(What's this?)

Say I'm an activator

Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre

By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor

When the folk push aggie over some dap with ʻgators

He will catch the vapors

Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels

Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals

Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter

So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner

Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster

As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers

One shoe in the soupy gutter

One shoe in the velvet heaven?

Where the mermaids Harlem Shakin' by a lake of melted weapons

(What's this?)

You could dance purty with the hooligan nation

Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?

Extra

The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit

We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit

Yeah

I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood

Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped

I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini

Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery

Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport

Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court

They chase cheese fries with Binaca

They had shut the school down early

There were bombs inside the lockers

No concept of the problem

We responded like a snow day

It was clobber shit to flotsam

'Till the cops said it was okay

Okay

Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors

And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often

Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets

It was rain of the razor laser

Day of the cloudy howdy

Flight of the shelter melter

You can bow without me

Knock 'em out the box, Ace