You can take away my freedom
You can take my homemade scotch
You can take away my nail clips and my mousse
You can take away my condom
Pry my hands off of my crotch
Do you really think you should take away my shoes?
But you'll never get the hydrochloric acid from my gut
No you'll never get the hydrochloric acid from my gut
Like a bota of napalm
I'm a ticking, gurgling bomb
And you'll never get the hydrochloric acid from my gut
Let's put the gas back back gastric
And the fun back in fundic
And the fan back in fantastic
Hey, Doc Bok it's for you.
You can take and break my guitar
Or at least smash up the neck
When the chimps who live in baggage do their worst.
You smash my box of cigars
You can make my bag a wreck
I really don't expect to be reimbursed
But you'll never get the hydrochloric acid from my gut
No you'll never get the hydrochloric acid from my gut
Like a bota of napalm
I'm a ticking, gurgling bomb
And you'll never get the hydrochloric acid from my gut
Unless,
I
spew
on
you.
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2 comments:
Hi OneEar,
Are these words set to Rap Hip Hop music? The lyrics certainly churned up the hydrochloric acid in MY gut…
ML, no this is not hip-hop. It is a love ballad
B Dok, rather than saying "what?", in the future, just re-read the post. It is like having the post-er repeat him/her/transgender's self.
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