Lice - Mud lyrics

My name written in blood
My sword covered in rust
My songs written in mud
I'm in the trench with no one to trust
The things I counted on been ground into dust
God bless the child of it's that
Sprouted underground with the CHUD
Except for falling in love ain't no
Better feeling on the earth
Than getting the smirk wiped from
Off of your mug
Undecoded and been voted "The
Least Likely to Budge"
Taking chances where the answers
Always "all the above"
Good luck calling my bluff
Had to lay the hammer
On your hunt and gathering stuff
It was rather abrupt
Set the balance for battalions
Too wary to lug
Rations across a battlefield that's barren
Shit is barracks or bust
Nobody taught me not to stare at the sun
Only photocopies for the class
To share and discuss
Man, your mathematics may be fine
For finding the sum
But that ain't nearly what's up

I'm covered in that grit
Covered in that sludge covered in that muck
Covered in that mud
See, I'm covered in that sweat
Covered in that blood
Got covered in that stuck
Covered in that mud

Yeah, time to make the donuts
Eat, drink, annihilate the bogus
Wide awake and snarling
The dark wings opening on my darling
I speak in holy code and
Keep the rodeo alarming, homie
Old eyes parrot a roach that won't die
Slow night spirit looking for a
Hive to ghost ride
Over the river through the woods
I eat the bread, i spoon the mush
Keep it dirty
We prefer misshapen over cookie cut
My office hours are noon for thirty seconds
Then it's off into the tempest
For berries and buried treasures
Trade tall tales with lepers and lost dogs
Swing claws at pinatas and the
Shapes of all y'alls
Hey, the new voice of a defective species
Reflect from the cheap seats
Checking his cheat sheets
Eat a raw horse heart, yum, yum, four stars
At the fork is a forfeit of a foreign march

I'm covered in that grit
Covered in that sludge covered in that muck
Covered in that mud
See, I'm covered in that sweat
Covered in that blood
Got covered in that stuck
Covered in that mud

Swap a ace out for a joker
Rise with the rebels, feisty, feral
My poker face is not for playing poker
Never die, never shy from the pedal
The number on my ticket reads eternity
Up in the wee hours, bark in a building
See it feel it
I'm steady as the fingers of a surgeon
Aware the destination is as
Absurd as the excursion
Aware that the extent of
The hilarity will vary
And the climax and the ending
All depending on the version
Spongebob PJs, dreaming of deep space
Sleep spooning a nuclear briefcase
Spoon sugar till his teeth ache, three cheers
Two for his team
One queen in the bee beard btzz

I'm covered in that grit
Covered in that sludge covered in that muck
Covered in that mud
See, I'm covered in that sweat
Covered in that blood
Got covered in that stuck
Covered in that mud