in my dreams do dogs attack! us in jumpsuits
& next to me does belle epoch whistle murder
while the big st. bernard's letter to the string
epistles brings on a sigh like hey babe take it
no one's here & the chorus will envelop us our
dovetail's merely flicker'd like an ark autopsy
we were raised on ten commandments attack!
i've sussed out all the angles coronary gristles
seaside rendezvous a foggy beginning & some
march of the pa-ra-pa-pum pum drummers
(bless my penguin halos & commence attack!
oh all right then stop me from making sense
wedged between flak & a mealy promontory
slack? who's that (isle of romance or of death