Crime Of The Season

Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold
Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you’re golden (so many dogs)
So many dogs, So many dogs
So you better get it around
Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods
Caught in the moment
I pity on the underboss
To show me your name
Kerosene just for drinking (so, so, so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so, so, so many dogs)
So many dogs, so many dogs
While you’re passing all my test tube dummies
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies
Croquet promenade
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One’s man, one’s money
Gore tied to the centerfold
Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs)
Little garden of Eden (so many dogs)
So many dogs, so many dogs
So you better get it around
Pagan, raven, no one’s ark
Petty addendum
Our pity is beyond desire, to suck on the rain
Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs)
Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs)
While you’re passing all my test tube dummies
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies
Cause it’s Polly to Paulie, you’re fickle and floating away
But now she feels so scared
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
I pity on the underboss to give me a reason, they know what they are
Our pity is beyond desire, it’s the crime of the season, they know what they are