Flood. Song: Six -- Final End

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Date Posted: 05:39:24 10/13/02 Sun
Author: The Serpent
Subject: Flood. Song: Six

Chemical Warfare

Down at the arsenal
They keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night
By caged white rabbits

Been sitting there for years
I'm gonna have at it
I cut through the fence,
Run right in and grab it

Go crazy!!

Now, I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree
On a branch and drop it
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die

Choking..

Shaking..

Convulsions

Go crazy!!

Chemical Warfare!!!

Panic in the air
See the headless chickens running
Golf carts head on crashing
Cracking heads wide open

Scratch the grass,
Mister, you can't breath
And roll and writhe in a sand-trap
Starting to heave
Claw those clubs
Let me see you seethe

Crazy!! Crazy!! Crazy!! Crazy!!

Chemical Warfare

Yellow air
Yellow clouds
Blowing down down down
The fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Mowing down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse

Where the stuffed country club
Effervescent ladies, so carefree

Relax, pose by the pool
Limber - limp
With a dry martini

Until..

Oh, shit... what's going on?!

Arg!!

*cough.. cough ... cou.....*

Chemical Warfare!

Warfare!!

Warfare!!!

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Replies:

Ehhh... -- Lona, 23:33:52 10/13/02 Sun
- Re: Keep in mind this was written in '79. -- The Serpent, 16:51:15 10/14/02 Mon
Re: Flood. Song: Six -- sjk, 03:54:43 10/28/02 Mon