The Locust Your Mantel Disguised as a Psychic Sasquatch Lyrics
The sultry salesman worked
Plague Soundscapes Track Listing
1 Recyclable Body Fluids in Human Form
2 Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy
3 Solar Panel Asses
4 Live From the Russian Compound
5 Earwax Halo Manufactured for the Champion in All of Us
6 Wet Dream War Machine
7 Listen, the Mighty Ear Is Here
8 Who Wants a Dose of the Clap?
9 Teenage Mustache
10 How to Become a Virgin
11 Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better
12 Late for a Double Date With a Pile of Atoms in the Water Closet
13 File Under ‘Soft Core Seizures’
14 Practiced Hatred
15 Psst! Is That a Halfie in Your Pants?
16 The Half‐Eaten Sausage Would Like to See You in His Office
17 Pulling the Christmas Pig by the Wrong Pair of Ears
18 Can We Get Another Nail in the Coffin of Culture Theft?
19 Your Mantel Disguised as a Psychic Sasquatch
20 Twenty‐Three Lubed Up Schizophrenics With Delusions of Grandeur
21 Captain Gaydar It’s Time to Wind Your Clock Again
22 Priest With the Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Get Out of My Bed
23 Pickup Truck Full of Forty Minutes
to keep his high heels on.
Oh, the doors are talking
Oh, the sheets are stained
A fleshy bowl of nonsense says,
"Apparently a slut's been made!"
Why must the fortune teller
always do the dirty work?
It bit the chicken (The skin foresaw it)
And sultry heels worked
to keep the salesman high.
Can I touch your telepathic private parts?
Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS