Where Do You Go?

It all started with the pile of unfolded towels in the bowels of a cesspool of vowels
It don't have to make sounds to be loud
If your profound speech hits the ground hard enough
You'll feel tough like a buff motherfucker
Still suffering from speed reduction at supper
Eating shit up the stairs to take uppers
And make beautiful art on the walls thats enough, sure
Make the long haul back or should I say crawl

I know I'll never ever have to worry bout syphilis
I'll always wear a cup and avoid tongue kissin but
Gettin my tip wet was never my mission
It was just a little bonus of the previous condition
I'm slippin like the bone dry misery admittin
That my own eyes are sippin every breath like exorcism
And then the air began impairing double vision

I pick a harvest of rusty nails from the vault
It was the largest corrosion since the snail met the salt its my fault
But still malt liquor
Flowin right down my dry throat like a goat with three horns and a pentagon
Strung from its brow to its tongue bout the size of a lexicon devil's dick at dawn.
It's not wrong to sing songs with a
Cause since my claws took a red raw cut from the prawn with the loudest gong

We'll look outside, of the place we rested our faces for some time
There's no chairs in here so we'll stand
Til our feet start to crack through the floorboards
But it's worth all my time to be smiling, next to you while you're smiling
Thank you for saving this whale from the harpoon

You know that I'm a slave to immediate pleasure
And even standin up requires taking drastic measures
Lay flat like a long dead horse's Hoof I mistook you for a shredded up book
Captain Hook takin names through a cranial nook
And it shook through the pots while Pan killed the cook
And you may not be able to look or say "what's up?"
With your empty cup but I don't really give a flying fragment of a fuck