Bodies made of slugs and guts
Bodies made of slugs and guts
Rusted bench seats been
stuck in ruts full of bodies
Made of slugs and guts
Sludged all the way through
the mud to orate to some
Bodies made of slugs and guts
Mister's suit was stained
like a sweatshop
I said It's my soul
I wanna keep it on the inside
Bodies made of sparks and dust
Slumped and prone
to the lore and lust
Christened then soaked futile
Listless souls dampened
the aisle of bodies
made of slugs and guts
Spoke like a layman but
resounded like tongues
to the bodies made of
Slugs and guts
He spit when he spoke and sang
like a wasp nest
I said It's my soul
I wanna keep it on the inside