S.D.B.J.

Lyin' around
 like some goddamn walrus
 you make me
 sick to my stomach
 The smell is here
 hangs like a killer
 hangs like a deadman
 and I can't take another day
 sick
 drunk
 blow
 job
 The smell is here
 hangs like a killer
 hangs like a deadman
 and I can't take another day
 Some kind of bra-wearin'-hairy-fish
 droolin' into your dish
 Pastoral
 Your life is gone
 your youth is over
 years of cheer
 reduced to this
 A crumbling mess
 on a September morn
 your blood flows by
 like a meandering stream
 bubbling
 gurgling
 brook-like
 baking in the midday sun
 hard on the outside
 soft on the inside
 (That's a nice contract)
 I saw you there
 Sioux City bound
 In a cornfield
 I saw you there
 stinking