"Scuzz, we fuckin' tried..." [Verse] Well I found me a gulch where the buzzards all cough, Where somethin’ died recent and ain’t done rottin’ off. Toby's sat quiet with his hat pulled low, Stretchin' out his legs, like a dusty scarecrow. A donkey skull steeped in sloughed off slime, Fuckin' breathe in deep for that hint of lime. Dry world outside, but it ain't down here— Oh baby, decay... I damn near shed a tear! [Chorus] Stink ravine, baby, shit me slick, Got funk in my plume like a skunk tail flick. Stink ravine, like a sloppy dream, Where the sun-baked guts make a putrid steam. Oh stink ravine, yeah I plop and preen— Drunk on rot and a sewage canteen! Stink ravine, stink ravine! You and me, gettin’ pooped like a ripe latrine. [Verse] There’s a coyote meltin' by a fry-pan rock, Drippin' soft as butter from the heat-stroke shock. Brother, I'm weepin'–fuckin' relief in my beak To smell somethin' real in a world gone bleak. Say, Toby, "Pardner," this here's heaven to me, While yer noddin' quiet, thinkin' 'bout Scuzzy. Dust stole the music and the perfume, But right here? It's a fuckin' mushroom bloom. [Chorus] Stink ravine, baby, shit me slick, Got funk in my plume like a skunk tail flick. Stink ravine, like a sloppy dream, Where the sun-baked guts make a putrid steam. Oh stink ravine, yeah I plop and preen— Drunk on rot and a sewage canteen! Stink ravine, stink ravine! You and me, gettin’ pooped like a ripe latrine. [Bridge] "I tell him, Bone-Boy, yer mama woulda loved it here... Fuckin' hell." [Verse] I flap in the muck while the maggots hum, Feel the grief in my feathers for what we've become. The world used to reek like a leper-monk's grin, Now all we got left is the dust in the wind. Arroyo's singin' the fuckin' old world's tune, And Dookie and Bonesy suckin' this boon. We sit in the stink while the dusk winds moan— Me hootin' soft, you're a-clickin' your bones. [Chorus] Stink ravine, baby, shit me slick, Got funk in my plume like a skunk tail flick. Stink ravine, like a sloppy dream, Where the sun-baked guts make a putrid steam. Oh stink ravine, yeah I plop and preen— Drunk on rot and a sewage canteen! Stink ravine, stink ravine! You and me, gettin’ pooped like a ripe latrine. [Chorus] Stink ravine, baby, shit me slick, Got funk in my plume like a skunk tail flick. Stink ravine, like a sloppy dream, Where the sun-baked guts make a putrid steam. Oh stink ravine, yeah I plop and preen— Drunk on rot and a sewage canteen! Stink ravine, stink ravine! You and me, gettin’ pooped like a ripe latrine. "Shit. Sorry, there must be some fuckin' dust in my eye."
