Catacomb Kids

I was a dark dumb student,
No hokey rookie daytrippin on visions of chickens that looked like
R Crumb drew 'em.
They grew em in the royal dirt of Suffolk County’s flooring
With the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms.
Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles,
Fit into the eighth dimension door slipped through the pin holes,
Zoop, slipped through the pin holes, Crispy to god sender.
Who thunk over a quarter plunked a local Mortal Kom-vendor.
Who broke the verbal squad sensor?
Root down,
Feelers out across the marsh before it was “Awesome Car!”
I call in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries,
Gas for Huntington and back barely. Equipped with super soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack
For constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit.
The kid ??? his ring king dummies to King Cullen
Where they hollered “Fuckk the World” from a parking lot of the suburbs.
A couple spray cans and a little litter,
But they’d look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters.
So fuck em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
But things will still go bump when them halogens pop.
Believe, I’ll be there when it happens
So shake another plates off the manhole, Snake another flames off the candle,
Lady of the lake off the answers, Admitting their mistakes to their deplanning cadavers.
Now it’s rest in peace Wes Petersons whose heater sung disturbingly to further reevaluate your beast of burden’s urgency.
Damn doggy, good times, thanks.
I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.
Chorus
Tax evader.
Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later.
Catacomb kids cuddle up and test the paper.
When the town's speed freaks sleep, trap the traitor.
He will ask for papers.
See I'm an axe-invader,
Made a roof, made a weapon, made a
Flag from paper
By the snotty little nuzzle of a latchkey neighbor.
When the ?pope does shaggy? over some dap from gators,
He will catch the vapors.
Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels.
Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled meals,
Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter.
So dinner split a lima bean in triplets. Pick a winner.
We took a couple of summers puking pills behind the dumpster,
As the largest Pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers.
One shoe in the soupy gutter,
One shoe in the velvet heaven.
When the mermaids haul em, shake em up the lake a melted weapon, he could
Dance pretty with the hooligan nation, Who will be patient, awaiting zookeeper facelift
Extra.
The days of your pain and similar uber apeshit,
We merely updated the ancient 8-bit. Yeah, dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood,
Who’s not as dumb as the watered-down beef
From the burgers that jumped.
I’m dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a Martini,
Who’s not as dumb as a tat with the same scenery.
Barking male pigs, stigmata for all good sport.
Garbage Pail Kids unite at the mall food court.
Chase cheese fries with binaca.
They had shut the school down early,
There were bombs inside the lockers.
No concept of the problem,
We responded like a snow day,
And would clobber shit to flotsam till the cops said it was OK.
OK, show the squadron’s back into their boxes
Like it’s breakfast club of hotheads,
Show no progress to the doctors.
And I walk into the office,
Cough an awful ether often,
Flood a parking meter fever,
Knuckle up for love and rockets.
It was
Reign of the razor laser,
Day of the cloudy howdy,
Flight of the shelter melter,
You can bow without me.
Chorus
Knock em out the box, Aes.