This just in a man made ship made of men has landed,
Treasure here sucking a bathtu
Reporters tell of mischievous sanctions of typical bull syndrome,
Causing two toned facial pans of needle green orpheum
In a pale sheep monster of gray recluse,
Staring at the back of your head in the mirror,
Face forward
In a pale sheep monster of gray recluse,
Staring at the back of your head in the mirror,
Face forward

With your lips sewn to the carpet and ankles glued,
Drink of the fist ignore your brother, cum inside the womb!
Bathing in the sun between her double chin,
Beware of table cloth ghosts!
They are you,
We are they
They are you,
We are they
They are you,
We are they

Because bomb sniffing dogs don't work underwater!
Why did my boat explode ?
Why did my boat explode?