Rainbow Trout

I am not immune to all this mud
And these aren’t the shoes for it
But we are now become the mosh-pit in a meadow
Somewhere down in Florida
I could feel the spirit like it was shooting out my fingertips
That’s why I think if heaven does exist, then we’re in

Don’t do the encore with the amps off
If the rest of your set’s vinegar and piss
I’ll plan on seeing you tomorrow
You plan on knowing your shit

With cuts like a Toledo blade of bluegrass whistling in your teeth
Something ‘bout this eucharist is off
And it’s creeping me right out
I swear I don’t mean to be difficult
But there’s more than fifty in your crowd
And you’re slippery as a rainbow trout

Don’t do that dance that’s going viral
I hear from the worms it opens up a hole and
There’s a demon girl on the other side that uses it to sneak through
And possess your eternal soul…

All in all, it’s fine except for all this slime
Does ectoplasm come out of cotton?
Now, I know how I sound
But this was my favorite sweatshirt
(the Rezn one)