Sorta thought I had it covered till the flicker and the flame threw up from the bottom of my throat
And the weasel had a weasling till he came and did this thing and was all, like, “hello”
You know me man, you know I ain’t as good as that!
It goes round in my mind, forward, backward in time, it goes in and back out, it goes in, it goes on

Looks like I may have picked a winner! Going against all that I thought I stood for
A little unwind from nursery rhymes, it’s better than I haven’t thought about
You don’t know me girl, you see I ain’t as strong as that
Conjuring familiar, I ain’t one for brahmacharya, when all I really need is to breathe

Swiny sacks of sorrow, snorting swill up in their snout
I’d rather smash it out!

Too much glitter and not enough chime
Over-stayed too much of my time
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Cut your losses, at least you had a little laugh

Left arm is your handle, but the right is not the spout?
Smash it out!
Go on and smash it out