Someone said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbours were trying to keep it quiet But I swear, I could hear the laughter So they jokingly nicknamed it ‘The Porridge’ It was overnight that lake turned as thick as butter But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking Saying that to them it doesn’t matter
If you just hold in your breath till you come back up in full Hold in your breath till you’ve thought it through, you fool
The genius next door was bussing tables Wiping clean the kechup bottle labels Getting high and mumbling German fables Didn’t care as long as he was able To strip his clothes off by the dumpsters At night while everyone was sleeping And wade midway into that ‘Porridge’ Just him and the secret he was keeping
Hold in your breath till you come back up in full Hold in your breath till you’ve thought it through, you foolish child
Hold Hold
In the morning, the film crews start arriving With coffee, donuts and reporters The kids were waking up hungover The neighbours were starting up there cars The garbagemen were emptying the dumpsters Atheists were praying full of sarcasm And the genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote was orgasm
Hold in your breath till you come back up in full Hold in your breath till you’ve thought it through, you foolish child