Goodnight, Bitch of Satan

Somewhere in that casing
Of meat behind your eyes
Lies the reason cattle seem to hog up all the flies
Hold onto that pitchfork
And sharpen every prong
Scramble like a mole to right the collection of wrongs

Holy hell, I'm bleeding
Bleeding from the ears
What I wouldn't give
To see the blinking red appear
I'm singing like a yo-yo
I just played the wrong chord
I forgot to learn the drums
Before pressing record

Gallop PVC windpipe
Broomstick meant to lasso Neptune's nose
Cone attempts to siphon moonlight
Plastic Easter egg syndrome

And to you, high esteemed scholars
The ones who run my life
I'm against the wall
With both my palms pressing on the knife
And how about the leaders
The ones who stand for fun
I requested twenty
You gave me thirty-one

Gallop PVC windpipe
Press the mixture into a beaker
Boiled by the rat's eyesight
Walnut bowl makes for a good stir

And if sand was good for sleeping
I'd wear something good to live by
I'd write some songs about safe keeping
Then go busk outside a Best Buy