I fix my fish  I fool my frog  I fray my feet  I drag my dog  I drag my dirt  Across the wall  I squash my ___ just like my grub  I bang ____ in a pub  My girl is right  In greasy silk  A split tomato in her mind  A crumpled heart  Sagged to the sea  Tomato heart  Escaping gas  I think my girl has rubber skin  Of all the people that I know  The ones I like I love the best  The fishes in the sewer pipes  The highway man in yellow stripes  It might not now but it will be later  Wading through your ventilator  Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh  I tang my fag  You taint your cyst  The pretty Bob he  Licks my stamp  And twists her fang  She tugs his foot  We think of better things and laugh  Her hair's on my marshmallow pout  My head is rich  Enough to burst  Without me struggling in my car  Fresh ale and flies  On melon halves  You wind up living somewhere cheap  And die upon a compost heap  Of all the people I don't know  The ones I do I hate the most  The twisted father of mankind  'S enough to drive a poor boy blind  It might not now but it could be later  Wading through your ventilator  I wading in and that's a fact  The meat was cut the meat was packed  You shredded me with icy strings  As coiled salami I was led  Into a holy stocking shed  My life like antiseptic stings  A tounge of stalk  And tender leaves  And then she'll eat  Her skull it _____ and splits  And like an egg  It dribbles down your inside leg  Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay  I drank a cat  I sun a cake  She throws transistors in my lake  I threw her head  Far through the door  You wonder what I do that for  They wonder what she think I gots  Listen baby  There ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind  If it bothers you we can turn it off  With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye  And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide  And my salmon head wait on a moose's neck  A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn  Invented me one summers morn  I lost you now but I'll catch you later  Wading through your ventilator