King Missile - Tour Diary: Louisville lyrics

(spoken) The fire leaped and licked, lapping up our pink and happy flesh. Dogs chirped like monkeys and ate each other's heads. Satan slinked down the runway in a sa**y blue gown made entirely of rotten fruit. Minivans circled the sky, sending messages below the earth to the Lasagna King. A flying carpet farted on the prostrate pilgrims, who were eternally grateful. A giant testicle rolled over a Waffle House, k**ing several clowns. Telephone poles hopped around like pogo sticks, and Jimmy helped himself to another serving of yams. A small child with a submachine gun led the faithful in a rousing rendition of "Moses, You Is My Woman Now." Many of my internal organs jumped out of my mouth and danced a jig of gratitude to this marvelous city for entertaining me so robustly.