The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
Belching into the atmosphere, new erections still the same as those filthy fucking old ones
Now its known there is no heaven on this shore or
Any other damn shore for that matter
Shit-sucking kings and ass-licking peasants with
Their foreign tongues licking someone's foreign affair
Only because signs show that we must fly from here
Shave that matted faux fur suit
Hey incarceration generation
Now listen to what the preacher has to say about life, but
Don't listen to what the man of faith has to say about petty details like death and despair
Haven't you heard yet?
No one listens to anyone anyhow
Take that aimless aim and let it rip
Open fire when you hit the shore
Relax, its only the smell of some sea men
Fire!
Hand-me-down hamburger