Hail Mary Mallon - The Poconos lyrics
[Hail Mary Mallon - The Poconos lyrics]
Razor blade, jailbait, over dose
Woke up pristine no one knows
What you did last winter in the Poconos
Ayo, he got the glass eye squint
Fab five time out and the hide out kids
Honey comb collective and the tae-bo kick
Little Billy posted by the blinds loaded
No shit, the swivel of the bar stool baddy
Pimp lane signal the single car pool caddy
Water witching the grinch in
His large flat feet
Stitching his initials in skins
And begins laughing
Bring back his body keep frosty
The eyes in the hill won't be
Still till they see raw meat
Hung from a hook in a nook
Of the barns loft beams
Auctioned and sold to the
Farmer in Charles charging
Antenna fender remember the raw dealings
Hard wired fired the liars abroad stealing
Spinning wheels for the meal
Of the dog heeling
Your hands under my feet and
OG’ing the caught feelings
Dressed in his sloppy suit
You can hear him screaming from
Inside the locker room
Just another day in paradise pastrami chew
That leaves you face caved Aes
Make um Wally moose
Сome on you can trust me
There's room on the floor and
More in the front seat
The stuff in the trunk is
Just drugs and punk zines
No I've never driven and yes
Death becomes me
Hail the king, hail a cab, hail satan
Hail Zuul and the full that I'm paid in
Hail the queen, hail the chief, hail Caesar
Hail Mary and carry in the believers
Rescue gunner 5 by the frozen rope
Test tube butterfly swollen throat
Death cruise trucker bribe know one knows
What you did last summer in the Poconos
The rope-a dope defense
Close with it's own PS "kick rocks"
City a necropolis for clipped locks
Tire piles, broken bones, cloven toes
Piss-pots troma quotes exploding onto
Rotoscoped film stock
Firecane, half comotose, all killshot
Cough up, terrifying tales from the chaw cup
Twinkle twinkle little sinkhole
Drinking decorative flamingos
Stippling a plastic lawn, picket fences
Cats and dogs mallon juke left in
Bumper-to-bumper hazards on
Balance off, blackout
Back for the Munsters marathon
Gather bad medicine, duffel bag, canteen
Etch a sketch
Hula popper, cash, plaid pendleton
Smash and grab everything tetris'd
In the sprinter
With the "I'd Rather Be Cutting the
Head Off a Serpent" sticker
Perfect, dead youth flowin' old habit's
The getaway bus ride only so magic
Fact, he mostly know the
Company of roustabouts
Icky rathskellers where they sell lunch
With the power out our gang
Wallop on some honestly it's now or now
Donkey in his crosshairs
Bobby taking Bowser down
Come on you can trust me
There's room on the floor and
More in the front seat
The stuff in the trunk is
Just drugs and punk zines
No I've never driven and yes
Death becomes me
Hail the king, hail a cab, hail satan
Hail Zuul and the full that I'm paid in
Hail the queen, hail the chief, hail Caesar
Hail Mary and carry in the believers