Down Aint Hear Nothing Like This Since Pow Aint Heard Nothing Like this So God Forgive Me If I Buss My Ting Right Now Wow I Blow My Own Trumpet And
in each Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground When the man comes around CHORUS Hear the trumpets
the terror in each sip and in each sup Will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground? When the man comes around Hear the trumpets
girl is still down like shes fucking John B And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet This for
floors below There could be one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading nowhere, just for show I'd fill my yard with chicks
BALLET, AND CARLY, SAM AND FREDDIE LOOK LIKE THEY ARE DISGUSTED. SCENE FOUR PART 5 ? AUDITIONS ROOM SCENE OPENS WITH GIRL ONSTAGE WITH A TRUMPET IN HER
an itty-bitty buzz but cant even bite a cuplet D cup sucking, titties in my face hit it 50 different ways while Im f-cking Chicken wing clucking, blowing getting dizzy on my trumpet
gazing like copernicus verdict is not guilty spit game so filthy cow girls all wanna milk me He'll be pissed if he knew all the chicks that i hit chicks
a girl that I like better Voodoo gurus casting their spells Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells Silver sound escapes the trumpet Watch your leg, someone might hump it Chickens
stay high Fuck you, you can hate it or love it [Verse 2: SPM] Twist the top off the 40, and chug it Cook 28 and get 39 from it Chop rocks off of chicken
know my victims So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw You'll be sippin' fried chicken through
X. We are blessed tonight to be able to witness intercourse between a young man and his first love. Chris Woodill and his asp tongue on the trumpet.
that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that I played trumpets, to warn
know where I'm at, there go the gat Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack Steamin' ___, speedin' navigatin' the map Negotiating with a chick
the sour mash swill billhilly He made it off the farm He's kickin' up dirt out on the loose He haw ha chewin' on roots Always down on the chicken shack
Frank zappa (vocals) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (acoustic piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never die Just stay high. [Verse 2: SPM] Fuck you, you can hate it or love it Twist the top off the 40 & chug it Chop rocks off of chicken
floors below There would be one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading nowhere, just for show I'd fill my yard with chicks