Poem by Dan Sutton
(the Bunnybrains)
Darling rock, kill yr grandpasMulch your sebaceous skin and light up the world with fuel from tortured fans
High notes hit them like hezekials that glimmer into a couple of hundred lights, cheap "Kowalski" lights, flood lamps that crews used for the first video, wetting their pants
Ciders deprived of stink
Go for it mantra bouncing off the emptied shit encrusted skulls of Sega-Genesis Faggots with a body full of hateful sores I will suck them all down my drain into the hell I will provide hourly scraping their little boy panties and adult diaper dog chain your free love is not so free anymore
Hiccup on rotten semen and lie down with able bodied artist
Repertoire scoundrels snickering as they open the last paycheck from the major label and spend every last cent of it on Siltbreeze bootlegs off the radio even that much more degenerated in reproduction quality so as to twitch the picked fiber they crave to love love to crave read on mister I've got a feeling the next song is just around the corner, Not my corner I can't apply for aid and I have spent all my money on food.
