Some pig fuck at the door says we cant bring our camel
Some kind of discriminating red velvet deal, right
We set a trash fire in the lot
Say yo camel we got it
Slit his throat and drank up – cooked that long traveled companion
Shared it be BBQ style all night with all those left outside
Got through security like the chrysalis burst of a gooefyed caterpillar might
Jesus Flashed that puffy Pussy butterfly style in his neon yoga tights, ripping at the light cracks
‘A bit hairy and tough on my toew’ sayeth the Lord
But the camel is bursteth through – Party!
In the needling Ego tonight
The Haunted Typewriter 