Lard. The Power Of Lard. Time to Melt. Zeneszám

Lay me down on a griddle of sweat

Lay me down, it's been a long day

Time to unwind, time to relax

Let the tension flow away


My body's weary and full of holes


Hollow jets in my fingers and my toes

Too tired to masturbate

No sound in the dark as I float in outer space

Touch down on an astroturf plain



Peewee golf balls roll by my face


Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
Nailed as an example again


Tied down with fishing line


Lilliputian sacrifice


Fireworks go off, I hear the cheers

Smell the hot dogs

Smell the mustard and the beer



Sharp needles pierce my flesh
Hypodermics press down and inject

20 gallons of Canfield's diet Fudge Soda

Effervescent bubbling chocolate blood



Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt

All that's left is brain and bones

Hot beams on the cool wet sand


Bury me- with the help of the wind and the waves


Submerged in the cool soil


Earthworms crawl in and crawl out

Further down is the underground aquifer cave

The bats and blindfish

Are all my friends



Soil hardens and it starts to crack

The lake is dry as desert air
Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets



Their soft white underbelly feels like love


Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs

Night falls, the sky is red

Captain Beefheart flies up on gargoyle wings
Talons reach down to take me back again




Reborn on a bed of white

Incubator filters out the light

A thousand breasts massage my face

But Life is calling to take me away

(Open up, we have a warrant)

Learn to walk another day


Learn to walk another day
Ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm, etc