Tremendous Brunettes

All them tremendous brunettes around.

Slow down, don't fuck with my high

I want to be left alone here with my monsters, and

Say, now it's time to ride

To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them

Praise now the baby genius

She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree

While she snaps on her gum

Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me

All of your ill-gotten gains

That you have whipped up to a rich foamy lather, girl;

Nameless gnaw of my pains

Like 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune.