Shrinking each second.
They say alcohol preserves.
Pickled people brains.
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Shrinking each second.
They say alcohol preserves.
Pickled people brains.
Pickled people brains
A Delight to the Cro-Mags
Like Pigs feet, but soft.
Like pigs' feet, but soft
Big jar of them on the bar
Pass the pretzels, please.
Pass the pretzels, please
hey, where has all the salt gone?
Why are they squishy?
Why are they squishy?
Well... the salt is the best part.
Didn't think you'd mind.
Didn't think you'd mind.
Presoftened has an upside
More fits in my mouth.
(forgive me)
More fits in my mouth.
Pass the nuts. Beer nuts, that is.
Whaddya think I meant?!
Whaddya Think I meant!?
Pretzels - knotted, rods, round ones
All better with salt
All better with salt
shrivel leech, discard my flesh
Feast on me no more
Feast on me no more
You cannot have my blood yet
I'm still using it
I'm still using it
melodrama thus proceeds
turning from the now
Turning from the now
Reverse the tides ebb and flow
Life is new to you
Life is new to you
sweet, plump, delicate, senseless
my little cherub
"My little cherub"
Sweet nonsense words I ignore.
Come back down to Earth.
Come Back to Earth.
I'm still looking at the stars
And flying through space