Mouth

Sluts in skirts scattered all over this Scrabble board And it's no wonder very few word worth using are being played All this unintelligible squawking is drowning out anything worth listening to So we're dumbing down everything And using huge hand gestures trying to get a point across To the deaf and blind and chubby disgusting infants in a giant damp crib Teething and in dire need of a mother's rum soaked digit Anything to numb Anything to encourge ignorance Anything to put us to sleep Someone, anyone, take off your shirt and pacify Make it easy for us to eat, easy for us to sleep I think we deserve it Someone, anyone, take us out back and put us down! I think we deserve it Because it's not far from pleasure island where the pink flesh gets its fur It's there that the noise you speak can finally be heard It will make sense to the rest of your four-legged, stench-ridden, gluttonous kin You can feel comfortable in your skin You will feel comfortable in your skin We're trying to speak clearly, but our voices get drowned out by the over excessive braying and the Always Open Mouth