billy fat

Beach Bump/Cyclic Connectedness

down to the beach bump
gonna get my ass dunked
water’s so dirty my legs’ got thirty necrotizing cuts, yup
i sold the bottles i found for nickels
tickles me to think of the pickles I coulda pursed
honored guest of the hearse
waking up in pickled vinegar
give me salt treatment first here’s a burst
sand in your eyes, sandstorms paint the skies
thirty necrotizing guys fricasseed by greed glass
each with a raw ass stinkin up the graveyards
six feet below the grass, thirty beach bump victims
holo-deckin in a mind blast, I’ve asked,
”American Beverage Corporation,
I guess you got your cash in hand
Can we begin to inhabit that bottle island?”