Thought Industry - Boil lyrics

rate me

[I) Eating Shit As An Occupation]

Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes.

Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture.

Staleman, frail hands. Shake caffeine palsy. Lame

veteran korea grips breasts. Wife's breasts. Gorge

bruised nipples. Welted glazed thighs. Half-gallon

bourbon. Slit my intentions. Boil.

Octopus lentils, leeks, lamb cabbage, spinach, squash

pie, prunes, and eggplant, curdled goat's blood milk,

head cheese, rye roast. Peel shrimp fetus cold aborted

daughter. Mormon. Right wing. House wives swallow

dennis' love zanex. Wet sleep dead man. Slit my

aspirations. Boil.

Me be itsy silly fluffy boy. Golly folly. Skippy

trippie pixie slippy toy. Lolly polly. Shoot me.

Rat squeal secrets. Desade roleplay. Whipped skin

hot back. Sidhartha cancer. Tock murders the lorax.

Shower head. Crammed fist. Launch crying children

sprint deceptive off chin. Priss grin. Wipe cream crust

on the red white blue. L. B.J. kiss me. Slit my

occupation. Boil.

[II) Burning Kalamazoo To The Ground With Zippo fluid]

Clear filthy water. Dung campus housing. Slumlord

rule. Raise my rent. Pure cutesy water. Strappy vein

bulging tight lamp cord. God of love. Don't travel to

belfast, Ian. Arms poked bony skin. Plum badge of

honor.

War hero. Suck. Stick. Right. Pregnant womb K'zoo.

Mud scene pie easy stroking farce. I'm not loyal.

"Step down Mr. and Mrs. Politically Correct. It's so

easy to be "punk" and "aware" living at home. You

can't change shit, you're too self-righteous; you're the

bigots you flount to loathe."

Cappuccino, Darvans with vodka. Pente'. Zig Zag.

Courvoisier. Nitrous. Karaoke. Cornbread Patrick.

Albert Hoffman dreams a wind chime. Buck shot.

Limbau swill rot champagne. Swill granola holy. Meth

sneeze blood hurl. Slit my education. Boil light.

Shoot me boy. Love's a prescription love feast.

Let's go sailing Mr. Hurley.