The soup war
The cyclops in the treetops wearing flip-flops
Considers barebacks and fistfucks
But the one-eyed man sees his Medusa doubly
On the wobbly presumptions
Of his genius genitals
She’s got a zebra xylophone
The cyclops in the treetops wearing flip-flops
Considers barebacks and fistfucks
But the one-eyed man sees his Medusa doubly
On the wobbly presumptions
Of his genius genitals
She’s got a zebra xylophone