Album : Fungus Amongus
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Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
And the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, yeah
Or so the story goes guess she followed along
So she could watch their games

Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were

Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
And the crawlers emerged multitudinous
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat
That's when she felt the squirms

Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were

All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin' inside
And then she sat upon a bughill

This was when things started to get rough
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
Right inside her 5 0 1 cut offs
And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me that's right

They were biting her beneath the line
She was a sitting on atop their shrine
I wish I could've warned her

Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine

She should've worn underpants
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line   And the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, yeah   Or so the story goes guess she followed along   So she could watch their games      Sink beneath the line little girl   Peak above the shrine them commoners were   Sink beneath the line little girl   Peak above the shrine them commoners were      Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine   And the crawlers emerged multitudinous   Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat   That's when she felt the squirms      Sink beneath the line little girl   Peak above the shrine them commoners were   Sink beneath the line little girl   Peak above the shrine them commoners were      All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd   I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere   But instead she combed the outskirts lookin' inside   And then she sat upon a bughill      This was when things started to get rough   An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways   Right inside her 5 0 1 cut offs   And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me that's right      They were biting her beneath the line   She was a sitting on atop their shrine   I wish I could've warned her      Sink beneath the line little girl   Peak above the shrine   Sink beneath the line little girl   Peak above the shrine      She should've worn underpants
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