Paroles de Huffing The Proverbial Line Off The Proverbial Dong -or- Blood & The Frog

You can't dig what you don't understand, boy Sometimes it's the only way Well, the misery's so fucking exciting Well, the fashion of it all's the fucking rage. These are hammers on strings making notes, babe With blood and the frog in my throat These are binders covered in bad poetry Now knowing what it's really all about. Oh where, oh where, oh where... Did you get that stupid shit-eating grin that you wear? And what, or who got you through the door? You're a piece of meat on the killing floor. These are closed and velvet ropes And a curtain-sipping cokes To be certain, it's so slow That it's hurting, don't you know? Take your chances in the killing fields With all the snakes and dogs And dance 'til you bleed and bone touches steel And all your hope is gone.