Thought Industry - Smirk The Godblender lyrics

rate me

[I) Your Grandma's A Seal Killer]

Rot disease doc cowers sly. Bigot's digest blacklist

trade. Homophobic? Barb's pro-life? Fist happy

conservative. White gold home shopping cross. Vinyl

infant nailed Jesus style. Huddled ignorant cult of

chumps sobbing.

Himmler cops sip raisin rum. Christmas eve.

December bliss. Tossed balloons of santa paint splash

lovell and south rose. Watch grandma's swastika

taunt dad's foundation walls. She expressed ice nerve

and speech, and they know I'm more left than right.

Burn the country clubs. Rich white man. Scared white

man. This is me, face turned wry. Snow.

Electric my passion punch. Sheep test the artichoke.

Kill liddy. Love Stanley III. Days of height and

Milbrook house; and I wonder of April 16th? Wavy

gravy and Ram Das. And I'm reading the oracle, and

I'm feeling more god than straight. Burned beneath the

lids. Hoffman's here. Krassner's there. Kids will play.

Load Jim's .44 behind the ATM. Await Mercedes

Benz. Sugar man behind the wheel. Shoving cocked

piece to his cheek. Have him pull his max in green

George called it "War on Drugs", but I call it "War on

Love." War on all my friends. Leave us free to choose

and be. This is me. Rubbed in shit. Old shoes. Huge

clue.

[II) Who Took My Holiday Inn Bible?]

Protestants. Catholics. Jews. Islam. Baptists.

Lutherans. Mormons. Orthodoxy. Christian science.

Jehovah's witness. Methodists. Episcopalians are

falling down.

Blend it, religions crime. Grind it, religion dies.

[III) I'd Rather Hide Than Be Dead, But I'd Rather Be Dead Than Dumb]

Humpback slitting sicily. Exxon glaze. Ramming

japs. Blood gushing raw blowhole. Crone whale

lambasting death. Sand scraped and forcible shored.

Metaphor lays mucked and dies. I laugh, "I know what

she's doing. She's choosing her final time. Hemingway

Like grave. What is land is lost at sea." This is me. Face

torn blind. Ribs cracked. Tongue lost.