Marifasa Lupina by The Mad Conductor Lyrics
Get back, I'm wiggin out my stem cells
And I'm way too fat for an umbilical belt
I got blood in my feces, I thought I found Jesus
It turned out to be a fetus that was ripe with diseases
I didn't want to see it go to waste
It was all smothered in butter and I wanted a taste
When life throws eggs I like to make an embryonic omelette
With extra cheese I think I'm gonna vomit
Dop a bassline between malarky and mumbo jumbo
Yo Dan the man, pluck the tusks outta Dumbo
Copulate with Lois Lane in the daily planet broom closet
Misconduct said my bosses
Now I rock the couch like a vegetable
Damn doc huxtable is on vacation in Mexico
I need my ointment and check-up with a stethoscope
Mr. Cacciatore always got that dope
Spinal cord sliced by a silvery slug
And I'm all tweaked out on prescription drugs
Doomsday comin' through with the remedy
Ill music heals ask MCKinney
If you don't watch out life'll kill ya
These desolate feelings are all too familiar
A little old lady got mutilated late last night
I got the scoop from Lou on WJM news
I can't eat sugar or I lose my cool
Go back to the future with the teen wolf wool
At high noon time when the shadows stand still
I chew the food line with the fangs in my grill
Expensive vitamins and wheat-germ on my window sill
How many morons will it take to sign a bill
Or flush it down the hopper
Yo Dan the Man kill the keys like a fulla moon monster
And I'm way too fat for an umbilical belt
I got blood in my feces, I thought I found Jesus
It turned out to be a fetus that was ripe with diseases
I didn't want to see it go to waste
It was all smothered in butter and I wanted a taste
When life throws eggs I like to make an embryonic omelette
With extra cheese I think I'm gonna vomit
Dop a bassline between malarky and mumbo jumbo
Yo Dan the man, pluck the tusks outta Dumbo
Copulate with Lois Lane in the daily planet broom closet
Misconduct said my bosses
Now I rock the couch like a vegetable
Damn doc huxtable is on vacation in Mexico
I need my ointment and check-up with a stethoscope
Mr. Cacciatore always got that dope
Spinal cord sliced by a silvery slug
And I'm all tweaked out on prescription drugs
Doomsday comin' through with the remedy
Ill music heals ask MCKinney
If you don't watch out life'll kill ya
These desolate feelings are all too familiar
A little old lady got mutilated late last night
I got the scoop from Lou on WJM news
I can't eat sugar or I lose my cool
Go back to the future with the teen wolf wool
At high noon time when the shadows stand still
I chew the food line with the fangs in my grill
Expensive vitamins and wheat-germ on my window sill
How many morons will it take to sign a bill
Or flush it down the hopper
Yo Dan the Man kill the keys like a fulla moon monster