Down, Down, Down

By Cornbugs

On Brain Circus

Released on February 13, 2004

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Farmer dances off his grief

And all the world’s a better place

Spins and swirls and dips and twirls

Swings the cows and throws the squirrels

High up in the air and catches them

Before they hit the ground

Farmer dances off his grief

Deep in the field beyond prying eyes

Wife lies dying in her bed

His wife lies dying in his bed

His grief is like a stone

Farmer dances off his grief

Deep in the field beyond prying eyеs

His wife lies dying in her bеd

His wife lies dying in his bed

His grief is like a stone

Don’t wake me man I’m dreaming

Gotta girl with her legs wrapped around me and wants my semen

Got her earlobe between my teeth

I’m drawing blood

She’s digging her claws into my back

Opening holes

Letting the doves fly out of my heart

A flap, flap, flap and a coo, coo, coo

Egad I need some water my lips are parched

My throat is closing

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Don’t wake me man I’m dreaming

Of endless cornfields Illinois

Filled with imps and goblins

Every ear's a cock of cheese

Witches cackling overhead

My clothes are scarecrow gold

Now it’s the the farmers wife that’s blind and I’m the carving knife

Egad I need some water

My lips are parched

My throat is closin

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Any rappers in the house with big bad rhymes and primes and booty cutie shaking like jello in the fridge

And ice cube eyes as he dies from the roar of a cold four for?

Any Jesus people with your backs to the cross and your boss saying love everyone don’t make a church of me

Don’t make me God just let me lie here in the sod and rest my persecuted bones

Leave me alone and love one another brother

Egad I need some water my lips are parched

My throat is closin

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Don’t wake me man I’m dreaming of peace on earth goodwill toward girls

This one wrapped around me laughing as she cums

Full of eggs she begs me to deliver

I quiver and in a spasm it’s over and begun

Under the gun, my Detroit players stupid woman haters

Drop your fears you masturbaters

And lend us a fucking hand

Help us retake the land and cherish everybody

Her eyes a blue million miles

And she wants me but she smokes dammit

Her breath like death

My ashtray heart not takin no more stubs

Egad I need some water my lips are parched

My throat is closin

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Dust from my brain dips down

Egad I need some water