Puddletown from PROsody by The Fire Brigade

They're blasting every channel
On the idiot box
I'm just trying to get settled
With my Jameson rocks
Puddletown
Ladykillers talk the walk
That's how the ducks flock
In a town that sucks cock

Must I walk ten paces
Turn around and shoot
For another pretty face
In her birthday suit?
Wearing puddletown pasties
At the Earth Day shoot
Well that's how the boot scoots
In a town with loose roots

No shoes allowed
In the bouncy house
And my whole crew's outside
On the time-out couch
Puddletown
Ninety bucks for a lousy ounce?
That's how the mouse pouts
In the trap where doubts crouch


Hold a minute mister
(which) drug you talkin about?
Hear “ninety bucks”
And it make this cat pounce
With the kind of money
That I make in this town
Call it in quick
Cause I’m overdose band

When I eat the pussy
Sure to munch on a mouse
My crew is trans
All in Japanese blouse
I’m on the blocks
When I suck the cocks
Cause I sling rocks
With the golden locks
Dude hooked me up
Got free pair of socks
Five-star cooking
In a gentrified wok


Who'da thunk the same kids
Used to spit at my Mom
Would show up drunk and thizzed
To play Zulu Dawn
In Puddletown
And if Kim Jong dropped the bomb
He could not aim wrong
At the town of the same old song

Meet up in the park
Doing fu-lan-gong
Lace it with meth
When I smoke the bong
Buy a penis pump
Make my dick all long
Mommy musta drank
Cause I turned out wrong

La-la Land is coming unfurled
We’re holding hands singing we are the world


You came to catch 'em all
But forgot your yellow deck
Never take a fall
Cause I ain't that type of chelloveck
Puddletown

Weaker than mellow sex
With cuddle sounds
Speak a bellowed hex
To make the muggles frown
Sure as Othello's neck's
A subtle brown
Peace to all my fellow wrecks
The huddle round


WON’T find THIS in a tourist brochure
CRITICISM STINKS like a heap of manure
If CITY was a PUSSY then this PUSSY make me PURR

Up in Oregon just like Gordon’s FBI
ON that dirty SEX and you know I get HIGH

Any other view lack the words to say
MOVE it on BITCH and get OUTTA MY WAY
CALLING out PORTLAND and you holla back “yay”

now i ain't gluten sensitive but these crackas gimme the creeps
cuz you know out here in puddletown the bullshit runs deep
where the racists play "progressive" so they can hide from the heat--
you need two through your roof to send that bullshit to sleep, kids

out in the streets yellin' "BLACK LIVES MATTER!"
back home they see a tent and run to call the five-oh.
All these “saint whiteboys” gotta go for sure--
I said all these saint whiteboys gots to go.

No gluten issues-- crackas gimme the creeps cuz
you know out here in puddletown the bullshit runs deep
where the racists play "progressive" so they hide from the heat--
you need two through your roof to send that bullshit to sleep, kids

out in the streets yellin' "BLACK LIVES MATTER!"
back home they see a tent and run to call the five-oh.
All these “saint whiteboys” gotta go for sure--
I said all these saint whiteboys gots to go.

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