Lyrics

Eat, and sleep, and shun Your mother she's the one Who gets all your goats And herds them up two hills With rotten oats Apple orchard goat The place you love the most Your holy frightened ghost You hardly liked the meat It was too tough to eat To chew and grind with teeth To chew and grind with teeth Your love zombies And all those men you beast You beast You beast You beast Gentle men are we