"Thank you! Y'all aren't so bad!" "It's lookin' like me and Scuzzy can live happy ever after again... just like when we were alive, heh." [VERSE 1] The sunrise pours like honey On the meadows far below, And the hilltops blushing warm With a shy, celestial glow. But the basket where we're drifting Holds a darker morning bloom — Your night-long gut fermenting With a ripe, oppressive fume. [VERSE 2] The sky is clean and holy, Like the first breath of the earth, But the heat that leaks beneath you Is corruption given birth. Your fur clings wet and sodden With its lustrous, meat-sweet glaze, And the stench rolling off you, Scuzz, Makes my morning throb with ache. [CHORUS] Oh, the world below is spotless, Pure as rivers rinsed in blue — But the gas that floats and lifts us Is the truth I breathe with you. Let the angels praise creation, Let the clouds waft past the Moon — We’re adrift in dense contagion In our cozy fart balloon. [VERSE 3] A deer trail sparkles amber, Through the forest's shiv'ring pines, But your bowels begin their sermon Fusty flatulence divine. A low, warm, bubbling warning From your restless, gurgling guts, Then the air grows thick and mushrooms With a pungent, rotten cut. [VERSE 4] The winds sweep wide and gentle, Brush the grass like whispered prayer, While the stink you loudly blast Hoists us upward through the air. It clings to me like fungus, Soft but cloying, honeyed liquor — Your tail is snaking up my chest In this steaming cramped wicker. [CHORUS] Oh, the world below is spotless, Pure as rivers rinsed in blue — But the gas that floats and lifts us Is the truth I breathe with you. Let the angels praise creation, Let the clouds waft past the Moon — We’re adrift in dense contagion In our tender fart balloon. [BRIDGE] Each stink-filled puff strains against its walls, The balloon swelling, throbbing like my balls. Gas piles inside, pressing every seam, Inflating, stretching, thick with juice to ream. The pressure mounts, the skin grows taut, Bigger and bigger, goddamn this is hot! Packed full and bulging, it strains to contain, Oh... Scuzzy... running your toes through my mane!! "Oh... oh boy!" [FINAL CHORUS] Oh, the world below is spotless, Fresh streams rife with leaping trout — But your musk-thick, farting haunches, Are the milieu that holds my snout. The dawn is sublime? Who cares?! Your tail fills up my view — This basket of your heat, your stink, your air, In our little fart balloon. [FINAL CHORUS] Oh, the world below is spotless, Fresh streams rife with leaping trout — But your musk-thick, farting haunches, Are the milieu that holds my snout. The dawn is sublime? Who cares?! Your tail fills up my view — This basket of your heat, your stink, your air, In our little fuckin' fart balloon. In our little fart balloon. Our little fart balloon. Little fart balloon. "Thanks, everybody! Geez loo-ease, Scuzz! Don'tcha see all these open flames?"
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