Track 9 of The Moon is Disgusting
Lyrics:
Hows bout them holes
In the moon
When it orbits low
We can reach up to
Harvest the cheese
And retrieve
All our things
Back from them
Holes
Burn the bread, throw it on down
Hit the floor with the butter side down
Heavy hands, clapping sounding out pounds
Cut the night like the thunderthigh sounds
Wolf, takes our things
Away he goes
No one sees
No one knows
Why he takes
The things we own
Or how they get
Up in them
Holes
Dont look now, were surrounded by clowns
Eyes, they smile, but the mouths they all frown
Big balloons and theyre laughing out loud
Eyes are black, and their noses are red and brown
We nevermind
We let them go
No one cares
So it goes
Its understood
Open close
All good things
End up in
Holes
The cats fall out of the trees in this town
Always land with their paws on the ground
Nowhere to run when theres blood in the hound
Ask me then but the dogs are here now
Lazy days but well hunker down soon
Far away like the holes in the moon
Lucky day but too fickle to try
Types of poison make em giggle then cry
Lazy day sticky stumble in queue
Held together till we tumble into
Cats, they land with their paws on the ground
Bread always lands with the butter side down
Hows bout them holes
In the moon
When it orbits low
We can reach up to
Harvest the cheese
And retrieve
All our things
Back from them
Holes
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