In the bakery there's sheep prostitution,
there's vagina flavored jam,
there's an idea with 500 fishbones,
there's a time when the drunk get to drive,
there's a post taken from "On Eugenics",
and its linked from the gallery of beans

ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone it came from the trash can

oh I hate it, I hate it, I hate it,
your idea is grossly obscene,
you say "castrate all with short noses",
and your "science" is mindless and mean,
smell that odor, it's intense and unpleasant,
emanates from the bones cast for you

ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone and then please wash your hands

this bone, this bone, this bone, this bone,
with the scent of death, it's making me retch,
oh take it away from me please

there's a doll that supports pedophilia,
there's a toilet that knows how to please,
there's a nutter who would if he had the chance,
change the moon to a WMD,
but who could possibly dream up this,
and why's there a can filled with spunk?

ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone and watch out for the fleas

there's an alley where the children are smoking,
with an ounce of skin crack in their shoes,
a bum's eating and wearing steak trousers,
drinking towel wine to escape from the blues,
and a chimp there is tired and panting,
'cus he works for the road repair crew

ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone it's infected I hope

this bone, this bone, this bone, this bone,
with the scent of death, it's making me retch,
oh take it away from me please...
-- Spacecoyote, Mar 05 2009

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