Spinach Blasters Songtext

The irradiators,

The spinach blasters of 1974,

Gang-banging down your door,

Smear proof/here's proof,

Tire alarms/germ culture



Scream miracle cortex fall and aligned out of view,

On the windowsill in your room, look at that line on view,

On cortex mineral liquid scars, Liquitex and marzipans,

Melt on photon rays,
Lasers happen to you again,

I think my dead companioship lifts me out of me,

Like spin age blasters go faster all the time,

I got this crazy feeling since I know I remember when,

But now I'm sure I'm old and I'm pure,

Coming around this happened again,

Wake up you miracle dumb bell!

It's time to fall out the window with me,

Turn in the rosary chips,

Thats what I would say to me if I met me,

Forget me, don't reject me now



Like duck blinds, the ones I used to live in,

I pass them all the time,

Spin age blasters, radio cortex falls on screen, like video images of myself, I like them to be seen,

Happens all the time



The radio emitted blood, the testicle stomped in the mud,

The meter reader creamed in the crud,

The elevator's due for a flood,

The skin-diver dived off the bank,

He disconnected his air-tank,

His face went totally blank, and down to the bottom he sank



This is miracle cortex, this is falls on chips, this is chocolate chips and faggots,

Like radio Asian sores scars Bo Diddley night