SLUG from Splinters by Joe Bailey
Tracklist
| 6. | SLUG | 4:46 |
Lyrics
I pray for rain, I can slip and slide like a kid’s show.
You don’t know my name, but you’ll see me inching in slow mo.
Have you met my tribe? You might catch them shuffling on your patio.
And they’re all my type; we’ll be biting holes in the mistletoe.
Would you look at that slime trail? Let’s mix our bile like a cocktail.
Like a cocktail.
I’ve got no bones, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got no backbone.
I glide like snow, like a symphony with no audio.
I like to breed, with a date, if not, all by myself.
We’ve all agreed that your dainty crops are magnificent.
You might see me around, or livin’ it up in the underground.
In the underground.
You might see me around, or livin’ it up in the underground.
I like it moist, so I can sail through the countryside.
And you rejoice when we succumb to your pesticides.
But all we want is to eat your fruit and your vegetables.
And maybe some shrubbery? Just take a look at these tentacles.
No need to eradicate, no need to desiccate me…
I’m not a snail; I’m not a handsome motherfucker.
But we share this trail, and you better cower at this radula.
I swing both ways, switch-hitting for new generations,
With extra glaze, I’m dripping with high expectations.
These eggs are sodden, confined in soil untrodden.
Muculent and rotten.
Glutinous and throbbin’.
Muculent and rotten.
