Letra de Goodbye Tonsils
Severed Heads City Slab Horror Goodbye Tonsils (Taken from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", from _Leaves of Grass_)1 You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied... Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me2 I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, ...and that's about as much as I can stand.END OF city.slab.horror FILEDave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front (Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!) Frezier Balzoff (Ottawa), Ontario, Canada Email--aj153@Freenet.carleton.ca "A man is measured by the depth of his anger."--Eddie "Everyone in this room is wearing a uniform, and don't kid yourself!"--Zappa