Conjugal visit’s for Siamese twins,
With midgets and triplets the adventure begins
It’s a nice little story for people who’re boring,
And try to pronounce the word respiratory.
It fucks up your lungs and vocabulary system,
It fucks up your ears so you can’t even listen.
It fucks up your tenses and all of your senses,
You’ll burn down the world and leave only fences.
It fucks up your brain and part of your eye,
How ironic vitreous humor’s what makes you cry.
It’s not funny or good or great or fantastic,
The only band you’ll join will be made by elastic.
So fuck off, jog on; get lost for a while,
We’re recording an album, go walk the 8-mile.
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