Junk Fishing
What I wouldn't give for you
To drop a braided line into
My throat with, on the end affixed
A circle hook with a pointed tip
As sharp as cactus thorns, to fish
The guts and all the rest of it
-The writhing eels and cockle shells
-Like water up from down a well
We're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
What I wouldn't give for you
to drag a big ol' net right through
My head, to haul on outta there
The ragged claws and teeth that tear
And all the things that ain't been found
All that scary shit livin' way deep down
Get a good, course net to take it all
And we'll have ourselves a great, big haul
We're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
And Scylla and Charybdis
Best be real afraid of you
Blow 'em right out my Messina
Yeah, just come a-hurtlin' right on through
We're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
Yes, we're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea!
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
Oh, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
To drop a braided line into
My throat with, on the end affixed
A circle hook with a pointed tip
As sharp as cactus thorns, to fish
The guts and all the rest of it
-The writhing eels and cockle shells
-Like water up from down a well
We're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
What I wouldn't give for you
to drag a big ol' net right through
My head, to haul on outta there
The ragged claws and teeth that tear
And all the things that ain't been found
All that scary shit livin' way deep down
Get a good, course net to take it all
And we'll have ourselves a great, big haul
We're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
And Scylla and Charybdis
Best be real afraid of you
Blow 'em right out my Messina
Yeah, just come a-hurtlin' right on through
We're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
Yes, we're goin' junk fishing
In the heart of the big, black
Boxed-in sea!
Man, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
Oh, I've been wishing
That you'd come junk fishing
With me
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Writer(s): Jack Landis
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