Letra de Matchstick (Live)
My nipples squirt out yellow orange juice It's a crazy phenomenon Only noticeable in small, sexually active peacocks I would knowFor I am one myselfI swallow the tears of innocent children And then I excrete that sweet pugnant gas But no one will know as I inwardly struggle With castanets and marracas and yesterday's lunch I hope they do know, that I will survive Just so long as that liquid cheez-it mixture doesn't lactate from my other nipple and my bowels vomit up my third wife and I have to go to the bathroom for six hundred and seventy eight hoursNonstopIt's a truly great stuggleBut I will remainA Walrus