The Poconos - Hail Mary Mallon

Hotel, motel, holy ghost

Razor blade, jailbait, over dose

Woke up pristine no one knows

What you did last winter in the Poconos

Ayo, he got the glass eye squint

Fab five time out and the hide out kids

Honey comb collective and the tae-bo kick

Little Billy posted by the blinds loaded

No shit, the swivel of the bar stool baddy

Pimp lane signal the single car pool caddy

Water witching the grinch in his large flat feet

Stitching his initials in skins and begin laughing

Bring back his body keep frosty

The eyes in the hill won’t be still till they see raw meat

Hung from a hook in a nook of the barns loft beams

Auctioned and sold to the farmer in Charles charging

Antenna fender remember the raw dealings

Hard wired fired the liars abroad stealing

Spinning wheels for the meal of the dog heeling

Your hands under my feet and OG’ing the caught feelings

Dressed in his sloppy suit

You can hear him screaming from the inside of the locker room

Just another day in paradise pastrami chew

That leaves you face caved Aes make um Wally moose

Come on you can trust me

There’s room on the floor and more in the front seat

The stuff in the trunk is just drugs and punk zines

No I’ve never driven and yes, death becomes me

Hail the king, hail a cab, hail satan

Hail Zoul and the full that I’m paid in

Hail the queen, hail a chief, hail caesar

Hail mary and carry in the believers

Rescue gunner 5 by the frozen rope

Test tube butterfly swollen throat

Death cruise trucker bribe know one knows

What you did last summer in the Poconos

The rope-a-dope defense, close with it’s own p.

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«kick rocks», city a necropolis for clipped locks

Tire piles, broken bones, cloven toe, piss-pot

Troma quotes exploding onto rotoscoped film stock

Firecane, half comotose, all killshot

Cough up, terrifying tales from the chaw cup

Twinkle twinkle little sinkhole, drinking decorative flamingos

Stippling a plastic lawn, picket fences, cats and dogs

Mallon juke left in bumper-to-bumper hazards on

Balance off, blackout, back for the Munsters marathon

Gather bad medicine, duffel bag, canteen, etch a sketch

Hula popper, cash, plaid pendleton

Smash and grab everything tetris’d in the sprinter

With the i’d rather be cutting the head off a serpent sticker

Perfect, dead youth flowin old habits

The getaway bus ride only so magic

Fact, he mostly know the company of roustabouts

Icky rathskellars where they sell lunch with the power out

Our gang, wallop on some honestly it’s now or now

Donkey in his crosshairs, Bobby taking Bowser down