Hot Tomalley from Scary Melodies by Circus of Dead Squirrels

Oh, the young lovers
Sit down, have some fresh lobster
It’s so fucking delicious

Some of us will end up on a douchebag’s yacht
Some of us will end up in a chain restaurant
Some of us served cold mixed with mayonnaise
Some of us served hot with butter glaze
We’ll all be together, stacked up on each other
An orgy porno at the local grocery store-o

Boiling water, I’m forced to dive
I’m being cooked alive
Maybe this will be you in the next life
If I was only able
These motherfuckers got me restrained
Steaming red, I scream in pain
How I wish I was under the sea in Maine
If I was only able to turn the picnic table
I’d get these rubber bands off my claws
Cut off your balls

Caught in a trap, now Andes plane crash cannibal
Death row in a clam shack, I could have been immortal
Before I die, look in my eyes, I’ll piss in your face
I hope your lazy ass eats the shit in my veins

Lobsta chowda
Lobster bisque
Tie that bib around your neck tighter, bitch

• Alternative
• Industrial
• Industrial Metal
• Metal
• Post-Industrial
• Punk
• Hartford