Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes la la la la E-everybody-body gonna wake up with their eyes la la la la
Men and their knuckles will win Because men and their knuckles give in To the pounding flesh in the rot masquerade Like dinks that piss in a piss-piss parade
So-souls that rot rots in soldiers with their eyes la la la la E-everybody-body gonna freeze up from their eyes la la la la
You and your ribs will win And the constant right corporals will win Oh and the peacocks gleam in the bush-bush parade And the burning glaze portraits are a flashing charade
Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes la la la la E-everybody-body gonna wake up with their eyes la la la la
The gathering at Sparrow Hills Occurred in the valley's dank, dank thighs Ending right now it's ending right now, it's ending right now, now, now Hulls back to their boats