Soldiers Crash Upon Gathering In Sparrow Hills

Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes la la la la
 E-everybody-body gonna wake up with their eyes la la la la
 Men and their knuckles will win
 Because men and their knuckles give in
 To the pounding flesh in the rot masquerade
 Like dinks that piss in a piss-piss parade
 So-souls that rot rots in soldiers with their eyes la la la la
 E-everybody-body gonna freeze up from their eyes la la la la
 You and your ribs will win
 And the constant right corporals will win
 Oh and the peacocks gleam in the bush-bush parade
 And the burning glaze portraits are a flashing charade
 Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes la la la la
 E-everybody-body gonna wake up with their eyes la la la la
 The gathering at Sparrow Hills
 Occurred in the valley's dank, dank thighs
 Ending right now it's ending right
 now, it's ending right now, now, now
 Hulls back to their boats