Mr. Bungle - Quote Unquote - GTP табы

All behold the special

A fleshy limbless rectangle

Sitting on a pedestal

So nasal handicapable


Sniff and remember silver ball

Contortions that he can't recall

The happiness melts into dream


To talk is an enunciated sneese

To take is some foul air to breathe


One thought , it lasts a day

And at that rate - 

he'll most likely live forever!!!!!!!!!!

He's a bird in flight , a hermaphrodite

And he fucks himself as he fucks the world


His twitching brain can dance within

Gyrating more like gelatin

A secref means of ecstacy

Acute and very olfactory


To see is colors crawling in the nose

To hear is stinking highs and lows


He's got an inch , but nothing with which

To scratch the itch - so wish it away


With his mouth sewn shut , he still shakes his butt

Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta


Smell. Sweat. Movement.

Everyone's dancing.

Disco.

Dimple.

Fading. Darker.

A subtle fragrance.

Faint.

Everyone's dancing without him.

Where did it go?

Dark.

Odoress.

Nothing.