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Wading Through A Ventilator Lyrics - Singles - Soft Boys

I fix my fish 

I fool my frog 

I fray my feet 

I drag my dog 

I drag my dirt 

Across the wall 

I squash my ___ just like my grub 

I bang ____ in a pub 

My girl is right 

In greasy silk 

A split tomato in her mind 

A crumpled heart 

Sagged to the sea 

Tomato heart 

Escaping gas 

I think my girl has rubber skin 

Of all the people that I know 

The ones I like I love the best 

The fishes in the sewer pipes 

The highway man in yellow stripes 

It might not now but it will be later 

Wading through your ventilator 

Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh 

I tang my fag 

You taint your cyst 

The pretty Bob he 

Licks my stamp 

And twists her fang 

She tugs his foot 

We think of better things and laugh 

Her hair's on my marshmallow pout 

My head is rich 

Enough to burst 

Without me struggling in my car 

Fresh ale and flies 

On melon halves 

You wind up living somewhere cheap 

And die upon a compost heap 

Of all the people I don't know 

The ones I do I hate the most 

The twisted father of mankind 

'S enough to drive a poor boy blind 

It might not now but it could be later 

Wading through your ventilator 

I wading in and that's a fact 

The meat was cut the meat was packed 

You shredded me with icy strings 

As coiled salami I was led 

Into a holy stocking shed 

My life like antiseptic stings 

A tounge of stalk 

And tender leaves 

And then she'll eat 

Her skull it _____ and splits 

And like an egg 

It dribbles down your inside leg 

Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay 

I drank a cat 

I sun a cake 

She throws transistors in my lake 

I threw her head 

Far through the door 

You wonder what I do that for 

They wonder what she think I gots 

Listen baby 

There ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind 

If it bothers you we can turn it off 

With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye 

And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide 

And my salmon head wait on a moose's neck 

A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn 

Invented me one summers morn 

I lost you now but I'll catch you later 

Wading through your ventilator 

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