Fall Off The Wharf

Nothing pains me more than lonesome Wingy,
Who has no arms and carries water for Louise.
His mouth filled up and shoulder slung wasket
Train's pins took an arm and the other rolled over it.
Won't cook for himself unwinging chicklets
Takes off the parts body proppet on a picket
Asshole of hell sent to above to fetch water
Swallows a little each time now has the biggest bladder.Wingy Wing Wingy Wingy Wingy
Ashes and lime from his pee.
Music sweetly pushed him into the other shore
The largest drink of all likes
Stumbling off the wharf.
Solitaire is the game playing cards with his neck
Rabies is a good chance
Free the souls join his audience
Poor bucket man in your grief and shame
To carry your water in sadness and pain.
Grease cornucopia, mangey keyholed crud,
Heigh ho, bright as glittery spit
Words that pushes us up stout and strong
And a team of jackasses that cheer the brideless on
Stayed steady stove songs pushes us shore to shore
Womb or heaven's handed breath
Horse bucked breathing off the wharf.
Has on the way out a badly stubbed toe
Heaven may be real so the womb cursed sorrow