Sink Beneath The Line

(albüm: The Fungus Amungus - 1995)

Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
And the commoners were

Drunken upon the hillside
Or so the story goes
I guess she followed along
So she could
Watch their games
Sink beneath the line little girl

Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
And the crawlers emerged multitudinous
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway
Just popping a squat
That's when she

Felt the squirms
My underpants!
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere
But instead she combed the outskirts looking inside
And then she sat upon a bug-hill
This was when things started to get rough

An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
Right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs
And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me that's right
They were biting her beneath the line

She was a sitting on atop their shrine
I wish I could've warned her
She should've worn underpants
There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit
I can't believe it!