Lovely, sweet Jill
At times, I would like to have your head hung above my fireplace like a trophy from a great kill
Proudly placed as a pleasant reminder of how much I long to hunt big game
Then, in the same moment, I realize that I am completely against the innocent slaughter of any living, breathing creature, gentle or deadly
The thought of seeing your head gutted and stuffed in my living room is almost frightening
Not only due to the fact there would be no mess when I sweep out the brains
I can't believe these utterly horrid images I'm having at this moment, what evil demon has possessed me so,
That I may have such putrid thoughts
How can this be my mind at work?
I am a creative individual, and should make graphic stories about slaughter, death and self-mutilation
And these stories should sell well in Japan, if not at the local convenience store
I have an active, vivid imagination
I could... capture young souls
Boys rebelling against adolescence
I could have them bowing at my feet
And sending me whips and chains,
Handcuffs, pokers, shakers, leather, spikes, ropes
Even as - Ooooh -
The thought makes my groin muscles tighten
I feel a strange pulsating vibration
Running throughout my entire body
I'm getting light-headed
I suppose I should stop
When I'm caught in an act
Of utter disgust
You tell us how you like your Cup o' Noodles
credits
from Lowbelly and Friends,
released June 9, 1998
composed by T. Andreas and J. Martin
Jeremy: pan pipes, turntable
Tristan: bass, drum machine, drums, guitar
Grant Olsen: slide guitar
Julie Martin: vocals
Justin Brown: Playskool percussion
Wendy Fox: backing vocals
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