Mash Songtext

getting thicker
if we bicker
like a bon of a sitch

No more mowing
no other way of knowing
if we go
the way we're going
then we're glowing like this

Dead yet active
butt ugly
butt atractive
understanding underpants
but never getting the jist

Last...
and once again
and young and old
and big and brash and in control
a butter roll
but just a dash
and whisper then
the secret kept
a secret stash
they're coming in
so incomplete
the income tax.
and now and then
and back and forth
and slow and fast
and traded for
we traded in our crazy cash
and further more
and farther forward
standing last
the future is...
the future
doesn't know it's past

Blood bath bashing
beneath
the teeth were gnashing
if we clown around
down under
sounding loud like a fist

Sharp edge slashing
the ugly
colors splashing
if we dance around
the bun
surrounding
thunder like this

Baked in batches
we batten down
the hatches
matching all the matches
end to end
and tip to tip

Lots of chances
then breaking
all the branches
catching all
the cats we can
catch a cat
nap cat nip

Then...
we waited long
we waiting in
our waiting pants
the captain's log
the captain
doesn't stand a chance
the caption says
while standing in
his captain stance
he did this long
he did his
little captain dance
and weighted down
a heavy look
a lighter glance
and big and small
it happened there
i'ts happenstance
on top again
until we toppeled over that
we understood
that under there
was underpants

Big, bad, gorgeous
we need
a little more
just hold your horses
joining forces
'till we's twice
what we was
the sticks we're stacking
it's time
to get it cracking
neither luck
that we're lacking
back and forth
like we tug

Favorite phrashing
the albums
they were phasing
like the wicker
they were raising
way out deep
in the sticks

Mash mash mashing
the fixtures
that they're fixing
and the licks
were eighty-sixing
to the end of the mix