Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard,

I Tied Down Time With A Rope But It Came Back. Then I Put My Head In A Death Bowl And My Eyes Shut Up Like Clams. They Didn't Come Back.

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

After A Disaster Strikes, It Can Be Very Devastating And Very Challenging. You're Going To Need A Lot Of Strength And Energy, And The American Red Cross Suggests You Go For The High Protein Items.

Stop The Darkness And Its Amputations And Find The Real Mccoy In The Private Holiness Of My Hands.

Let There Be Seasons So That Our Tongues Will Be Rich In Asparagus And Limes.