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Arsenic Sunday -
"Must
Climb," said the Elephant
-
Cheesey Chicken Shoes
Arsenic Sunday
A resturant for mastians and mass-exterminators,
genocidal crackheads and smurf-terminators
opened in Switzerland on an arsenic sunday.
A madness stole the show in the storm from the rainbow drowned itself in a pile
of giant butt-plugs and dope to go.
Everyone was in bed at 8 am on an arsenic sunday
(ref.:)
Mercury's turning, the sun is burning
the rain is pouring, the cats are purring
and arcade games are eating an old woman's legs
for lunch this afternoon
Mosquitoes are sucking, Donald is ducking
dogs are sparkling and sparks are barking,
fourteen penguins robbed a bank and ran off to the moon
this afternoon.
So time flew, we pulled and drew a crooked screw
And a black hole spread from the greenish clay
of an old creative process and swallowed it all
on an arsenic sunday
"Must
Climb," said the Elephant
Another elephant or some other random creature
climbed a skyscraper as the purple teapot
hooted and tooted, huffed and puffed in grim demeanor
catapulting decomposed cats towards the parking lot
(ref.:)
/: "Must climb," said the elephant
"Must climb and never give up"
"Must climb," said the elephant
"Must climb all the way to the top"
"Must climb," said the elephant
"Must climb and never stop"
"Must climb," said the elephant
"Must climb and not fall off!" :/
hang-gliding german supermodels fly across the sky
drinking Guiness from a dwarven shoe, a slipper or a boot.
The purple tea pot shrieking out its agonizing cry;
a tearing, searing, unbearable, fluttering, gutting "toot!"
(ref)
Gnomes and toasters dig their way to the surface of the earth
where a never-ending gnome-and-toaster-orgy begins;
a rectal ovation of gnomes and toasters in dirt,
but don't just take any toaster; you don't know where it's been!
hey! hey! hump! hump!
1, 2, hey! hey! etc...
Cheesy Chicken Shoes
The madness-chicken is loose, -the badness-chicken is
loose.
-Someone to stick a head through the hanging-loop-noose-thingie!
This sentence cannot be carried out
before the audience have ate and drunk their blood and booze.
Chicken! Chicken! Booze! Booze!
Stick your feathery headery through the noose and squeeze the juice! The booze!
The booze!
The sadness-chicken is loose, -the hiccup-sick hen’s in Toulouse
-Pay respect to the randomness and joyful bliss of brand new shoes!
This drunken fuck cannot be carried out
before the audience have their fate and clunk clamp their creamy clues.
(secret backmasking noises)
The fatless midget is loose, or tied to a tree but loosely-like.
You dig your ditch in any shape, colour, form and box you feel appropriate to
do, man!
This dung SO must be carried out
before the audience have taken photo of their daily distant dandy dues!
I still like cheese! I sooo like cheese, I love it more than a small kitten
loves a big whale and more than a hung-over sardine loves a wineglass. I love it
more than a hole in a piece of cardboard with an architectural drawing love the
neck hairs of a purple, blobby space invader from the smallest continent of
Pluto where he was hired when his mother moved from Neptune to find a brand new
beginning after her second divorce.
And Fiona likes: Wensleydale, Cheddar, Parmesan, Camenbert, Jarlsberg, Brie,
Stilton (white), Feta, Hallumi, Mozzarella, Double Gloucester, Yarg, Boursin, Le
Roule, St. Agur, Fntohrfvecd.
The madness-chicken is loose, -the badness-chicken is loose.
-Someone to stick a head through the hanging-loop-noose-thingie!
This sentence cannot be carried out
before the audience have ate and drunk their blood and booze.