Worn is the wood,
that would wake my sleep.
Worn is the wood,
that would make me weep.

Dusty are the winds and billows.
Break my knees beneath (me).

Worn Wood

Fuzzy Navel

(butch]

hobble wobble but we don't fall down 
based and deeted w/ our feet on the ground
get yr feet in line, stay on the trail
there's beauty sproutin' from the herbacious layer
trailin' through the woods- walkin'
stop when the doc starts talkin'
'bout trees, but not the trees that i need

bowing down to princess pine 
so fine, wanna make her mine
that lady's got moves like Shakira- her hips don't lie down
beauty rays from the sun reflectin' off her crown

Lycopodium, she stands erect 
hanging by the gallows so protect ya neck
she's surface deep, w/ horizontal needs
like a black fly, blood suckin' in the heat

RATCHET WRENCH. RATCHET ROPE SNAPPIN'
PARTY MOUNTAIN- IT HAPPENED.

push on our lungs, a gravitational force
yoo hoo yoo hoo. now we're gonna gorge

cradled in the van, somnabulate
can't remember half the things i ate

Katahdin. no "I" in MANE
together ram's kill vigil
our 5 minutes of fame
3 days in the mothafuckin' newspaper
200 words plus about us
Sodexo got all our funerals catered

seedqueeb

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