The Gusher - Lambchop

These are stains upon your genes 
You play me 
Fresh 
And new 
Twenty lashes in the drain 
Collecting 
Soapy 
Residue 

The water in the sink, turns brown 
Power to be clear, swishing it around 
You scrape 
The skin 
With a 
Razor blade 

Not the end it's supposed to be 
Display me 
Boxed 
Re-viewed 
All the tears in tennessee 
For the positive 
Lover 
Or freak 

Passing with the speed of sound 
Hours to be here buried in the ground 
Soon to touch 
The ass 
Of god's 
Gusher