Tuberculoids lyrics
by Zach Hill
[Verse 1]
He went slightly to conniving
In a splatter of months
Every Tuesday, play the fool day
Circ*mstantial because
An event to fills the dents with
All the raison d'plum
They say our ghastly never feared him
When the master draws him home
For all it's worth
[Pre-Chorus]
Snaggletooth floss makes the iris
Blame a fit unstrangled
Mock the vendors, pluck the tendons
When the pulpit drives by
[Chorus]
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, young, young, so young
[Verse 2]
This is where he came relieving
All his post-op recon
Where the baby made eighty
Cylindrical dials
Compute
Destitute
With ten gallon suit
Found another culture
Where the men eat their isles
For all it's worth
[Pre-Chorus]
Busy street grudge, torch the sweepers
Nasty old carpets we ride
Filming crimson, all the lint cuts
Fester with tested for life
[Chorus]
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, young, young, so young
[Chorus]
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, so young, so young