Neil Hennessy - Huffing The Proverbial Line Off The Proverbial Dong -or- Blood & The Frog lyrics

You can't dig what you don't understand, boy Sometimes it's the only way Well, the misery's so f**ing exciting Well, the fashion of it all's the f**ing rage These are hammers on strings making notes, babe With blood and the frog in my throat These are binders covered in bad poetry Now knowing what it's really all about Oh where, oh where, oh where... Did you get that stupid sh**-eating grin that you wear? And what, or who got you through the door? You're a piece of meat on the k**ing floor These are closed and velvet ropes And a curtain-sipping cokes To be certain, it's so slow That it's hurting, don't you know? Take your chances in the k**ing fields With all the snakes and dogs And dance 'til you bleed and bone touches steel And all your hope is gone