Stick in the mud bringing itself a drink
Through the rat fink back stabber reminder stinks
Upstairs there was a lady
I think all these drinks are gone
Yeah there was a lady upstairs
She said she knew the way
To make any man made
Wore ten gold earrings on every little finger
The sound they made when hitting each other
Was like an angel drifted through
A spraying sprinkling water sprinkler
Shell fish big eyed laid back young in her hair
She whispered nothing out loud
But every ****** man in the crowd
Leaned in as if they had heard
A smile creaked onto the cook's face
As the wood on the tables bent
From the mass amount of all that human stench
We are the masses of morons bleeding day in and day out
And yet we sit and writhe and wriggle
Refusing to leave and ignoring that we decide to stay
Replenishing our souls with the liquor bowl
We trudge through the muck unfilled and filled
Day through week through month through
Seconds of frying eggs, golden n ' laying themselves
Because around here there ain't no ****** ducks!
Sister muck, she lives upstairs
Leaves her trinkets in a jar for she is the one
That started and will end this hellicious bar
Packed up her stuff in a huff while her buff
Started the car to go quite far
To the moon in blankets cause' they just couldn't stand it
A fake for the feathers tarred and dressed in leather
A foreign affair apple pear was the color of that girl's hair
There were so many reasons to stay but I knew my way
Was not to rest easy
In that golden flecked white pitched tent
Golden and brown
A beautiful deadly bay