Himsa Mud

Young dumb fools Here we come

Dragging what's left of our dirty thoughts

We're feeling young and dumb

Because they come Out of nowehre

And without a warning Good morning

Slide out of bed

It's going to take a million cold showers to wash away this mud

We've been slinging

Hey, everyone gets lonely

Even when we're not alone

It can be very scary

Wearing these earth suits

Alien from Mars And Venus came and made this mess

It's no fault of ours

That we're all unclean

She's unclean He's unclean

Just like our mothers and our fathers

And their mothers and their fathers

And their mothers and their fathers

They all died and Have solied themselves

And it leeches up through the roots

To the flowers

Where the birds abd the bees pollinate

The land with toxic shame

Shame begets shame Guilt and shame

Toxic shame End this strain