Bouse - Cuckoo Encyclopedia Lyrics

The animal crackers have lost their charm
The animal crackers have lost their charm
I left those colorless pretenders on the farm
But I can't tell if it's the supermarket or the zoo that I should warn

Trout fishermen shooting me in a cup
Trout fishermen shooting me in a cup
And all my other comrades were in the mud
Now my heads blown off and I'm sleeping belly up

I keep stepping on broken stained glass
I keep stepping on broken stained glass
Why can't they hold a service without a manic mass
I expected the seven sons to have a little more class

The impetus of a headless chicken
The impetus of a headless chicken
Reciting backwards verses of Charles Dickens
I couldn't stand his attitude so I put a stick in him

Toothpaste dripping down my Faulkner book
Toothpaste dripping down my Faulkner book
My beer belly is so big my back is crooked
Well you may have a few trumps but we've got the rook

Benzedrine in our coffee and poetry in our soup
Benzedrine in our coffee and poetry in our soup
Hunter S. Thompson in my ice cream trying to snag the scoop
And my taxi cab looks like the interior of a mobile chicken coop

There's still anger in the world so I said "screw you anger!"
There's still lynching in America but we keep them in an Air Force hanger
The only thing inscribed on my tombstone is gonna be my middle finger

I couldn't write a ballad if I tried
I couldn't write a ballad if I tried
I couldn't flip a salad if I pried
I couldn't ride the flow if I was the tide

I tried to sleep but everything went black
I tried to sleep but everything went black
You try to be upfront but then they have your back
Whenever you relax they take your spinal tap

If there's a God then how did I get this paper cut
We had a pistachio party, got tired of cracking walnuts
There's supposed to be road so how come mine got ruts

I had real world problems then I went to war
I had real world problems then I went to war
I died and was revived in Call of Duty Four
Me and Italian police don't need guns no more

Here's the story that made you sick
Here's the story that made you sick
The street signs are silent and the mannequins are split
And that's the end, do you get it?