Please Listen before its to early
Paul Simon told me im still crazy after all those beers
Whats life mean when all I am is an eyelid
Haha its ultra violence, clockwork gray funhouse
Black paint, big nose, big lips, big fun, big shit storms
Nice tits lady liberty
Particles of shit form dancing, sweating politicians
now crucified in a ring of fire
under pilots of Pontius pompous poop
With a team of liars with there/der pants on fire
Who just say there there while they throw stones at the first
Afro-Hawaiian-White-Whaddeverdafuck to walk that tight wire.
Whos there? Ring the door bell
Aw hell,

Hahahahahahahhhaaahhaaaahaha coocoochachoo
John Lennons rotting, ricockulous explosion!
Back to the show.

Cursive chinese characters shape totem poles reprinted with American and Rebel flags each for your cute little soldiers to march into what or where evers next
So you can spit at their intentions behind their cammo-tainted backs
Or root for factory carbon copy breast milk reproduction when it looks like their lives are at their last.
Id rather befriend radio hopping youthy, emo, hippy, team, panther, jock-sters
Team players or haters, that simply want to or do claim preppy or concrete apathy
Just don’t dance with the devil and his freezer that’s also his pet jail cell called the U.S. party system.
Also known as advertising or revised bible lessons on Julius Caesar and pop post-pope popular fake remakes inside the directors cut home video deemed the bible.
Actors and producers who cut the wrist of the main character: Mr. Jesus C, the misunderstood beatnik gardener and homeless gypsie love rogue ape and also a nerd rapper of the space holes and the milky ways.

They call it what their parents call it
Which is old yeller however the plots now clever and revised you fools. I mean the dogs fine, come on man
Don’t shoot him.
Mercy on his bowels oh lord hes on channal zero, please good god people digital holocaust has arisen on the fourhorseman’s bastard mule.
Don’t you shoot the fucking Dog, hes fine.
DON’T SHOOT THE FUCKING DOG
DON’T SHOOT THE FUCKING DOG
DON’T SHOOT THE FUCKING DOG
DON’T SHOOT THE FUCKING DOG

Bam! Brrrattt….

Sigh.

They shot old yeller with a sober face and a hateful love drunken black heart
Only this black heart nothing else from the mind
To esophagus
From sun down to sun set
They call him han solo
Shoot outs erupt from the guns frown and the nuns face
Sharpened minimalls and crucifixes from the brown skinned son aka the one from the sun
The mayan son and his nemesis ever dumb, yes that same never fun clockwork gray.
I bid thee good day.

Ill see thee in space.


Ill be back like a vertebrate but you alone must burn the totem poles to kill your own disgrace however.
Revenge has a bitter taste but gets you fucked up all the same.
Remember this just in case our friendship ends today
My friend, you might never have a boat
But don’t you wade just wait anyway
Anyway,
If you don’t have a boat just follow god and swim across
The lake
Then you can either greet me with the circus clowns
or begin juggling shotgun rounds
upon Old yellers grave

I love that dog,
He lives immortal.
I love you Old Yeller.