"Listen, it's been fuckin' fun, but..." "We gotta get back home. Our mamas are lookin' after Toby Bones..." "There's only eleven of them nuns, and that kid's a fuckin' scuzzpunk tornado!" "So this'll be the last one... it's a Letter fuckin' Soaked in Love... and SEALED WITH Pus!" [VERSE 1] Dear Mothers, out here the fuckin' dead don’t sleep, They claw and rattle through shit and reek. I split the first one shoulder to hip— Claymore blazed with fuchsia drip. Forged from souls a thousand strong, Its flames lickin' like a haunted song. Dookie dives like a devil’s crow, Ripping through skulls with eyes aglow! [CHORUS] Still runnin’ fast, still grinnin’ large, Still chewin’ gravel in the auto yard. I miss your noise, I miss your stew, And I hope that Bone Boy’s smilin’ too. Ain’t gone soft, just got more loud, Still pickin’ banjo to a piss-soaked crowd. You raised a beast who licks the world— Love, your little Scuzzy Girl. [VERSE 2] I slept with a woman, she held my tail, While I pissed out the window and howled like a gale. Woke up stinkin’ with carpet burn rash— And a man in my vest diggin' through the trash. Another night, a ventriloquist trist, A man and his dummy, fuckin' stuffed with my fist. He groaned through the doll, voice cracked and dead, I scratched my name in that thing’s wooden head! [CHORUS] Still runnin’ fast, still laughin’ hard, Still screwin’ flamingos in strangers’ yards. I miss your prayers, I miss the pews, And I hope that Bone Boy’s laughin’ too. Ain’t gone soft, just got more loud, Still pickin’ banjo to a shit-stained crowd. You raised a beast who slurps the world— Love, your little Scuzzy girl! [VERSE 3] LAST NIGHT! Banjo bleeding red, the dive bar shook, Dookie’s wild hoots made the bastards look. They gave us shots we didn’t need, But we took ‘em all 'cuz that's our creed. And so Dookie drank ‘til he forgot How many feathers a good owl’s got. He fucked the jukebox ’til it screamed and cracked, Left it hissing feedback, sticky and sapped! Yihahahaaaaaaaaaa!!! [BRIDGE] Y’all still feedin’ Toby right? Does he sleep through stormy nights? Is he afraid of flames and smoke, Or does he clap at fire like it's a joke? I miss that kid like missing breath, Like guarding him through dusk and death. Tell him I’m wild, but I ain’t forgot— Might send a howl from this... Puke slick pit stop! [CHORUS] Still runnin’ fast, still full a’ heart, Still dustin’ crops with pork rind farts. I miss you nuns, I miss you ol' shrews, And I hope that Bone Boy’s behavin’ too. Ain’t gone soft, just got more loud, Still pickin’ banjo to a scab-crusted crowd. You raised a beast who slobbers the world— Love, your little stinkin' Scuzzy Girl. [Outro] P.S. We brought the fuckin' house down in Kansas City... Just slingin' scuzz, fuckin' left 'em all sticky! I got these shit heads just rollin' in dirt, But I love these fucks! Fuckin' scuzz punk perverts! "Yihahahaaaaaaa!! Good night!" "Holy shit!"
