Quasar Wut-Wut - Pulling Yarns lyrics

The chosen ones With the punctured lungs And all the rest With deflating breasts After long and dull debate Decided that it would be best To scatter ounces for the feast And hope these ailments would cease Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky... Lucy and her next of kin Sacrificed the Hoopty Twins To the god of halibut and fins But when the stench took to the winds The styes marched onward singing hymns That sounded more like battle cries Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky... The Shock Board of Glamour- They struck the truth down with their hammers Till skies turned green Organ donors please beware That the goings-on going on here Are triple threat to the fancy fare Who live each day with the lasting fear That one day when they're dying they will realize that they've missed it all Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...