Camping Ground

This is a song about camping in your backyard
Alright

Help me if you can
Please lend me a hand
I can’t speak to well
I am buried in sand
My esophagus is dry
I am sinking in
I ain’t talk good
What’ll I do when I get hungry?

A feeding troll
Greets my soul
She seeks control, but
Me I’m not seduced
An easy take
Your teeth will break
When you’ll mistake
The nipple is Medusa’s
“Why did you bring them here?”
“Sorry dad. I did not know.”

Lend me some dollar
I can’t pay you back
I have no labor
Drinking up the fruits of loved ones
I’M THIRSTY NOW
I wish to warm your skull
With kisses and bold love
Do you understand?
What’ll I do when you get moody?

Eeeee, I know
I need to grow
I’ve always been slow
Eating from the giving tree
I’m full
I’ll eat my soul
You seek control but
Me; I’m not seduced at all
At all
At all
At all

Help me if you can
Please lend me a hand
I can’t speak to well
I am buried in sand
I am buried in sand
Ahh!