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Phish - Cavern Cavern - by Phish ====================== Your time is near, the mission's clear it's later than we think before you slip into the night, you'll want some thing to drink Steal away before the dawn and bring us back good news But if you've tread in primal soup Pleas wipe it from your shoes Just then a porthole pirate scourged the evening with his cry and sanctuary bugs deprived a monkey of its thigh A dust arose and clogged my nose before I could blink twice despite the scut that bubbled up I gave some last advice: The flesh from satans dogs will make the rudiments of gruel Deduct the carrots from you pay You worthless swampy fool Exploding then through fields and fen And swimming in the mire The septic maiden's gargoyle toothe demented me with fire I drifted wher the current chose afloat upon my back and if perchance a newt seimmed by I'd stuff it in my sack Soon I felt a bubble frorm somewhere below my skin but with handy spine of hedgehog I removed the force within Suzie then removed her mask and caused a mighty stir the angry crowd responded taking turns at grabbing her The foggy cavern's musty grime appeared within my palm I snatched rick's fork to scrape it off with deadly icy calm The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue and used her like a rag to mop the slime from where the slug had slithered with the bag In summing up, the moral seems a little bit obscure... Give the director a serpent deflector, A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector, A cushion convector, a picture of nectar, A virile disector, a hormone collector. Whatever you do take care of your shoes. |
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