Eyeball
Curt Kirkwood
Four skulls in a square of bushes
Fireworks now and all were wed
They loved and walked and fed on garbage
Moved pool tables with bad backs
Since I hurt myself
I feel so much better
Suck my eyeball
Alcohol was pouring through the victims
As on the rocks they laid their breath
Alcohol was fed to the mummies
As they all were happily led to death
Take yourself a photo of my backside
Printed up on the front page
Not too sweet, not too strong
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