(I Was Born a) Busted Hyman

lookin' up the crevice of a unborn child,
the blood and the afterbirth do drive me wild...

i was born, on a busted hymen
why, i don't know why!
i was born, on a busted hymen
and my balls nearly reach the sky!

well, sittin' on a cloud in a purple bag of puss
body goes glad and it just touch too much
i don't know if i'm blind and i don't know if i'm dead
one things for certain, i'll be commin' out blood red

i was born, on a busted hymen
why, i don't know why!
i was born, on a busted hymen
and my balls nearly reach the sky!

yeah, this green colored substance circles around my head
drive me ago-go, i nearly turned to dead!
stayin' here forever, for eternity
i'm a zombie mutant baby & my mom's on lsd!

i was born, on a busted hymen
why, i don't know why!
i was born, on a busted hymen
and my balls nearly reach the sky!

standin' here on summer, sunday afternoon
grandma's sittin' here, skinnin' a racoon!
had coke for breakfast, had speed for tea
now i'm smokin' marijuana on grandma's knee!

i was born, on a busted hymen
why, i don't know why!
i was born, on a busted hymen
and my balls nearly reach the sky!

well i was born!
well i was born!
well i was born!
well i was born!
well i was born!
well i was born!

busted hymen!
busted hymen!
busted hymen!
busted hymen!
busted hymen!
busted hymen now!

i was born, on a busted hymen
why, i don't know why!
i was born, on a busted hymen
and my balls nearly reach the sky!



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Thomas, Mark Phillips, Anthony Paul David Thomas
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