McCrank

screwey makes a bladderdash

as the crankmouth king holds court

with a mothermint and hotpie

making fishmouth lines and faces like death

sugarplum nectar and sugarplum rain

sugarblood hotdish and sugarblood rain

and the hotpie hotdish steams and heats and burns 

and burns away to dust

as the crankmouth king watches screwy make his bladderdash

crankmouth bile all over tile floor

masks the bigmac odor and the supersized eyes

yellow bile and golden arches

fire up the crankmouth king

“gimme that! gimme that!”

grab for the cup and the little tiny bag

crankmouth king with a hoopoe smile

suck that mothermint hotpie, crankmouth king

(tonight, tonight, tonight)

crankmouth king lies with his cheek in bile

(and just a little blood, my sweet)

(the blood is only there for color)

screwey made his bladderdash and never washed up

his hands had smears and his trousers leaked

sloshysweet walk back down the hill

("no bus tokens, you f**k!")

(he shouted that, you know)

(shouted it to all who cared to hear)

screwey made his bladderdash

for a holed-up hope and hotpie dream

crankmouth king makes an oh-so elegant corpse