Marty Byrne - Beef Stew Lyrics

I ain't chiming in with your bedlinen
Buttercup nightmare pepper spray
Spread all over tomorrow's bread
I hit my head when I fell out of your ugly tree
With a thump, I see a stars or some plastic
Variation of what a star is meant to be
Pissing on the stump of the chopped down
Jelly tree
Chimpanzee can't make me cook the books and lick the rubber

Hepatitis stamp you're the centre of the swamp
The centre of the swamp they orbit into you
Pulled towards a dying weed

Squeeze the tube meat
Poison the undergrowth with your ham fisted approach
Reproach, deference
Grab me by the throat. Cut off that supply, let me die
In the milky lake, polluted by dead wasps
I sneeze on your attempts at buttering
Buttering the muffins
Buttering up the muffins
I sneeze a wet caucasian at your appropriation

Wrangling up with context to subject the cancerous owls
To an ungrateful justification
The illiterate glitter bomb
A messenger for the illuminati
Bloody pulp hanging from a sapling