Tillich’s War

Pine Cone

Ich war on the mountain top waitin fer nirvanha

Along appear a girl all dress in whyte

To me she says whats you worry bout dady

I says nothing cep my bodys outta sight

wat? yer bodys turning loose yer me-my funkie

It wanna wrestle down you donkey kong

But tommy u as dervish as a monkey

Everthing u thought was right was wrong 

I aint nuts so dryup greasy momma

Aint no more nuts than all that perple blood

If some of us is nuts its cuz all greasy sluts
an wristy cutdogs bunck n chewin mud

Yep an den did I ponder areolas

Areolas dicks n ladies eggs

An the karkers march and rose all agin me

An drug me down with all the written regs

So what the gist o this ol fubble funsong

Where the meat in everthing we say

In trufe there be no uberfatal meaning

but ta blow the myth of meanin allaway