Thought Industry - Boil lyrics

[I) Eating sh** As An Occupation] Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes. Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture. Staleman, frail hands. Shake caffeine palsy. Lame veteran korea grips breasts. Wife's breasts. Gorge bruised nipples. Welted glazed thighs. Half-gallon bourbon. Slit my intentions. Boil. Octopus lentils, leeks, lamb cabbage, spinach, squash pie, prunes, and eggplant, curdled goat's blood milk, head cheese, rye roast. Peel shrimp fetus cold aborted daughter. Mormon. Right wing. House wives swallow dennis' love zanex. Wet sleep dead man. Slit my aspirations. Boil. Me be itsy silly fluffy boy. Golly folly. Skippy trippie pixie slippy toy. Lolly polly. Shoot me. Rat squeal secrets. Desade roleplay. Whipped skin hot back. Sidhartha cancer. Tock murders the lorax. Shower head. Crammed fist. Launch crying children sprint deceptive off chin. Priss grin. Wipe cream crust on the red white blue. L. B.J. kiss me. Slit my occupation. Boil. [II) Burning Kalamazoo To The Ground With Zippo fluid] Clear filthy water. Dung campus housing. Slumlord rule. Raise my rent. Pure cutesy water. Strappy vein bulging tight lamp cord. God of love. Don't travel to belfast, Ian. Arms poked bony skin. Plum badge of honor. War hero. s**. Stick. Right. Pregnant womb K'zoo. Mud scene pie easy stroking farce. I'm not loyal. "Step down Mr. and Mrs. Politically Correct. It's so easy to be "punk" and "aware" living at home. You can't change sh**, you're too self-righteous; you're the bigots you flount to loathe." Cappuccino, Darvans with vodka. Pente'. Zig Zag. Courvoisier. Nitrous. Karaoke. Cornbread Patrick. Albert Hoffman dreams a wind chime. Buck shot. Limbau swill rot champagne. Swill granola holy. Meth sneeze blood hurl. Slit my education. Boil light. Shoot me boy. Love's a prescription love feast. Let's go sailing Mr. Hurley.