Godville

This here a chronicle, is about Feedhead It’s about bein’ in love and lovin’ the love that’s hatin’ the love the love and the love and the hate that’s lovin with all It’s around the love that’s hate that’s the hate that’s the love And the love is the love that is the hate that’s hatin’ the love, it’s lovin’ the hate It’s about Feedhead’s mom, it’s with his mom it’s about his mom it’s about his mom it’s about lovin his mom and bein’ without his mom and lovin’ the hate that’s hatin’ the love and his mom and all the time they’re there Hatin’ the hate that’s lovin’ the hate it’s love it’s the love that’s hate And it goes somethin’ about like this Feedhead, oh Feedhead Feedhead, oh Feedhead Whaoh Feedhead, Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead, Feedhead Feedhead Here we go Feedhead, Feedhead was a little crippled midget lesbian boy but stood ten foot tall with a knife Pretty soon the mole had appeared on Feedhead’s left leg and rope like, it extended out 469 different miles and verily verily it was 69 different nuns speaking simultaneously to Feedhead in 69 different languages And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became a cyclone out of Feedhead’s father’s fore head And there is was like a twinkie with a halo storm in it and it revolved down into the sky and talked to Feedhead like he was a little puppy himself And Feedhead said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and washed on Feedhead And he said that I will be a cigarette butt before it’s all done with And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure in the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairway Feedhead, oh Feedhead oh Feedhead, ooo OW! Feedhead, oh Feedhead oh oh Feedhead oh Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feedhead Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself, and revealed to Feedhead that the QE 2 luxury liner extended out of Feedhead’s left side And so it had preach you in Mars with a saran backwards and upwardly they did evolve Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste product that had come out of Feedhead’s body His body was no longer the prime vehicle to express itself And he could be the dog and the dog’s eyes which had blood comin’ out like they were roped around Feedhead’s leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he floated on the live essence itself, past South American where he was in love.