Cork, I'm surprised you're still alive! I guess you didn't touch the chairs or the embalmed monkey?
377 Ohms
Toe it in, toe it out
Let the wife scream and shout
Slide those chairs all around
watch her howl like a hound.
Those god-damned pictures have to go
The monkey ju ju also so
Ju ju, pictures, firepit
Watch her throw a hissy fit.
Speakers pounding out the sound
Images forming all around
Cork just laughs hysterically
As soundstage expands majestically.
The ol' lady screeching, bloody freaking
As her bones start a creakin'
Bones that jump right through her skin
Erasing Cork's shitty grin
Ulna shoved up Cork's rectum
Tibia deviates his nasal septum
Her patella rips his scrotum
Cork is propped up like a totem
Her skull holes are alit with anger
As she grabs a wire hanger
Gouging woofers, squawkers, tweets
Cackling now Cork's heart she eats.
Cork's spirit now starts to rise
A peaceful look deep in his eyes
For in the light, across the gates
A majestic sight awaits.
He sees a place in the light
Filled with speakers, amps with might
Best of all but could it be?
Not a boundary to infinity.
