Burning the Flag - Momus

How many sharkies does Strawberry Nose got to pony and poke in a week?

And how many reefies has Trumpet the Hash got to smoke till they run screaming

out of his street?

It’s so new when they make your mistakes for you now and they stuff you with

chicken fat egg

Rippling with deathing gown gasoline, darling, you should’ve been burning the

flag

It’s nobody’s business in places so vicious what low company I can keep

So keep your nose out of my incubus and never tamper with me when I’m falling

asleep

Because all of the garbage you people have dreamed of is spilling through holes

in my bag

And all of the drowning and keeping-them-downing, you should’ve been burning

the flag

Killers and dentists and similar mentalists never can sleep in the night

And Trumpet the Hash had a clash with the law but the law — surprise!

— turned out to be on his side

So cherish your horrible selfishness, seeking your pleasure you hump in the

arms of a hag

Making your horrible meaningless babies, you’re better off burning the flag

Violent philosophers tell us it’s better to slaughter the innocent void

And cynical laughter comes crashing through decor erected to voodoo the boys

In a killing machine a mechanical cockroach snatches your passport and screams

In the thousand year Reich of the meanest of meanest you’re better off burning

the flag

Killers and dentists and similar mentalists never can sleep in the night

And Trumpet the Hash had a clash with The Claw but the law — surprise!

— turned out to be on his side

You cherish your horrible selfishness, seeking your pleasure you hump in the

arms of your hags

Making your horrible meaningless babies, you’re better off burning the flag