All my rivals will see what I have instore... MY GUN
I've been har boring fleets in this resevoir... RED SUN
and this nations about to explode....
You're disciples are riddled with metaphors... WELL HUNG
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfuls... NOT ONE
As we release this unspeakable toll
Hows our mother to damn these contributors... WITH MUD?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult... SHED BLOOD?
Hows our father supposed to be toll?

słowa: S. Gossard