Mozzarella Swastikas
In a land made of string
Where the hills are balls of twine
And the doctor knits the sun
Down in a baseball diamond mine
And the mozzarella sweaters
Get sewn to the tits
Where the lump behind the sheet
Is where the tumor took a shit
And I'll be getting head
Under the rainbow
And I'll be getting head
Under the rainbow
And I'll be getting head
Under the rainbow
Well we came upon a cracker
And we all came on this cracker
And the last one had to eat it
And she did
But she threw it up like a whore
And the sunshine stabbed right through her
Like a whore on a skewer
In the wind
Autor(es): Adam Green
