basket Linoleum money floor Stubborn flexible hayride Reborn plastic door Liquified, liquified Cowtown on the horizon Boiled in twisted jade Pearly wooden fish
they usually say That's the how and the why, that I act this way That's the end of the line, I run out of rhyme That ain't no crime so it's milk it out
and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil Its the stolen blood of the earth Used to make cars run and kill the fish Who me? I play
In Hell's Kitchen Elements in Hell's Kitchen Elements I've been to the land of milk and honey And those ingredients, they don't exist The origin, the
pot) Bert: Ya gonna show me again ... I don't get this. Ernie: (brings in milk bottle and flower) Ya see, I had to plant this flower here into this milk
a real fishhook So they made ooey gooey Chocolate cake Sticky licky Sugar top And they gobbled it and giggled And they sat by the river And they fished
Well, me known for eating cookie, When me don't, they shout, "Look, he trying to throw loyal fans a curve! What he doing eating fish, Or vegetable dish
show me again... I don't get this. E: [brings in milk bottle and flower] Ya see, I had to plant this flower here into this milk bottle, see...
I saw a friend of mine today In an ad sayin', what would do my body good I told him he was wasting time, I say If God wanted milk in me The breast I suck
The river was rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed. The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst. The fur balls flying, trees were
one stone that's why I don't associate with bird brains With their beaks in the air pelicans with wide jaws yap names For fish heads you'll get tossed
to Damascus She said her dad's in the Army And he's the number one sniper And if he ever found out He'd have me swimmin' with the fishes in the water
are twinklin' Because the heart gently weeps Snowy night, fiends basin', a raisin' in the sun was amazin' The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off Jumped up, fish
He likes Armani suits To wear with ties of silk Bought a herd of cows To milk his own milk I like his heart of gold, his personality He's just too fancy
And that you're cool that's what thanksgiving is You gotta be thankful for your food and for the turkey and the ham Gotta be thankful for the milk and
Quicker than you blink your eye Oh my brother, I still wonder, are you alright? And among the living, we are giving, all through the night From the milk
and not love of the art, so listen, my only mission is soul fishing, so when the rapture happens, faces will be on the back of milk cartons missing