Mash mash mashing butt ugly, but it's clashing like a rash with all the passion at the bottomless pit
Pit boss picking, the lightbulbs we were licking getting thicker if we bicker like a bon of a sitch
No more mowing, no other way of knowing if we go the way we're going then we're glowing like this
Dead yet active, butt ugly, but attractive understanding underpants but never getting the gist
Last... and once again and young and old and big and brash and in control a butter roll but just a dash and whisper then the secret kept a secret stash they're coming in so incomplete the income tax. and now and then and back and forth and slow and fast and traded for we traded in our crazy cash and further more and farther forward standing last the future is... the future doesn't know it's past
Blood bath bashing beneath the teeth were gnashing if we clown around down under sounding loud like a fist
Sharp edge slashing the ugly colors splashing if we dance around the bun surrounding thunder like this
Baked in batches we batten down the hatches matching all the matches end to end and tip to tip
Lots of chances then breaking all the branches catching all the cats we can catch a cat nap cat nip
Then... we waited long, we waiting in our waiting pants the captain's log the captain doesn't stand a chance the captain says while standing in his captain stance he did this long he did his little captain dance and weighted down a heavy look, a lighter glance and big and small it happened there it's happenstance on top again until we toppled over that we understood that under there was underpants
Big, bad, gorgeous, we need a little more just hold your horses joining forces 'till we's twice what we was the sticks we're stacking it's time to get it cracking neither luck that we're lacking back and forth like we tug
Favorite phrasing the albums they were phasing like the wicker they were raising way out deep in the sticks
Mash mash mashing the fixtures that they're fixing and the licks were eighty-sixing till the end of the mix