Pygmy Lush Throw The Jockey Lyrics

Witches pushing baby carriages,
lice under dead folks finger nails,
on the bottom of a cowboy boot,
there is s___ in the grass,
a cat in a bag,
the world is bound and gagged.
Sitting at the top pf the middle class,
picking noses in traffic.
watch, as someone laughs at someone else,
passing there gas, oh god! The priest,
and his mass, all the good people still
pushing s___ out of their a__es,
boat, train, cars and plane crashes.
Rashes on the words of righteous men and women.
Lashing your backs are the worlds new fascists,
sleeping in well fashioned caskets,
let it reign in.
The end at last!
Throw the jockey
trample the stands.