[Verse 1] Got a blister on my blister and a gull picking scabs— Got a stink on the wind like a crab shack gone bad. Dookie’s up there wheeling, mouthing “no!”, But we gotta go see where the tide runs low. Boys in town say it cracked the reef— A gut-wracked thing with too many teeth. They say its bones call things from the sand. I brought a hacksaw and a garbage can. [Chorus] I wanna kiss the god that choked— Tongue his wounds where the bile broke. Show me the guts that stained the sea— I’ll wear its eyes like rosary. Praise be to the blistered fin! Praise be to the jawless grin! I’ll take communion from its leak— Salt and blood on this punk girl's cheek. [Verse 2] Spine like a faultline, split and steamed— Jellyfish innards in a lard-like gleam. Tentacles the size of old train tracks, One still twitchin' on its back. I hope it still got brains I can bottle— A whispering lobe in fermented wobble. I’ll crack its shell and crawl inside, Like a monk in a temple where angels done died. [Chorus] I wanna kiss the god that choked— Breathe in deep till my voice is soaked. I’ll baptize in its sloughing foam, And build a shrine from cartilage and loam. Blessed be the belly torn— Blessed be the lobster-shorn. May every maggot be a balm— And every burp of gas a psalm. [Bridge] Wade through ribcage, oil-slick crown— Dookie screechin’ “Scuzz, turn around!” But I was born for this unclean kiss, On the altar of stink and abyss. [Verse 3] We found it beached at the tide's last breath— A continent of holy death. It grinned with gums of barnacle rot, And I swear it knew just what I sought. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cheer. Just wiped my mouth... and shed one tear.
