John E. Smoke

This here song is about John W Smoke Junior
It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love that loves and the love and the hateless love that revolves around the loveless hate that's the hateless love and the love that's lovin' the love and the hate that's hatin' the love, it's lovin' the hate

It's about John W Smoke's mom, it's with his mom
it's about his mom it's about his mom it's about lovin his mom
and bein' without his mom and lovin' the hate that's hatin' the love
and his mom and all the time they're there
Hatin' the hate that's lovin' the hate it's love it's the loveless hate
And it goes somethin' about like this

John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
John Smoke, oh John E Smoke
Whaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E John
John, John Smoke
John E Smoke
Here we go

John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy
but he stood ten foot tall with a knife
Pretty soon a mole had appeared on John's left leg
and rope-like it extended out 469 different miles
and verily verily it was 69 different nuns
speaking simultaneously to John in 69 different languages
And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that become
a cyclone out of John's father's forehead
And there is was like a Twinkie with a halo storm in it
and it revolved down into the sky and talked to John
like he was a little puppy himself
And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust
and I shall evolve and the rain it come down and it washed on John
And he said that I will be a cigarette butt before it's all done with
And they said "No, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure
in the South American sky where the blood dogs worship the stairway."

John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
oh John Smoke, ooo OW!
John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
oh oh John E Smoke
oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E
John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo

And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil-tipped condom itself
had revealed to John that the QE-2 luxury liner had extended out of John's left side
And so it had preached to him Mars is just sram backwards
and upwardly they did evolve
Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste product that had come up in John's body
His body was no longer the tribe vehicle to express himself
And he could not be the dog and the dog's eyes which had blood comin' out like they were
ropes around John's leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he flew
on the live essence of himself, to South America where he was in love.