3k turns in ye old swamp

Rise up you slime and get fucked ick

Invent a word for how it looks

To have your bones turn liquid yuck

Heres another bog question

Whats that smell it really reeks man

1000 year old dog shit

For fucks sake mate sort that mess right out

When a boggy body gets around

The slime lines a town

Uhuh uhuh picture it with me

Whats he drawing with his feat, the peat

A grubby nose that leaks

A grimy snail paints this piece

Its a portrait of me

Done in slime relief

Talented very very very very very nice job bog

Heres a big big jug

Of our best grog froth

Do you like it?

Take a tempid moth and vivisect it wrong

Heavy gestate

And yet heavenly song

Next

Seven stones

Sacrifice a cow

Now turn around

And don't freak out man

From that bog there was a man

And from that man there was a mouth

And from that mouth there was a sound

And that sound was like

"somebody murdered me

Why?

Struck in the muck

I was so young'

Honestly i made a big mistake oh god

But its probably way too late to stop

Nothing is safe, sacred, saintly

Resurrect and just go!

He say "not so fast

Gimme that staff

I got a joke

And it'll make you laugh:

Whats got no bones

Is really gross

And wants to come inside you?

Give up?"