[00:05.730][Verse 1][00:18.746]Yeah, stirring up the pot[00:21.392]Add a couple worms, herbs from the swamp[00:24.317]Conjure up a curse, turn a person to a frog[00:27.243]Courtesy the blob with the shirt full of snot[00:31.750]Plus mildew[00:33.612]Pretty much a ball of sticky stuff and soft tissue[00:36.537]Hemoglobin, cat hair, peanut butter, coffee[00:39.199]Born with a cough and a finger in the frosting[00:43.972]I can't stop sweating[00:45.564]People at the store say, "I think that man's melting"[00:50.087]The fan's not helping[00:51.682]It's probably a job for Abraham Van Helsing[00:54.858]I woke up on fire and speaking a dead language backwards[00:58.580]Several octaves deeper than his average[01:00.708]The how is not important, it's the translation that matters[01:03.634]It says, "Beware the flesh in which archaic evils gathers", goddamn[01:07.344][01:07.875][Chorus][01:08.674]I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes[01:14.525]Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones[01:20.362]Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub[01:26.479]Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat[01:31.253][01:31.518][Verse 2][01:31.783]Earlier this morning, several hunters from the region[01:34.179]Put a BOLO on his spirit, call the number if you see it[01:37.101]Container at the bungalow, bubbling at the gumline[01:40.014]The bushy-tailed and bug-eyed, come in every color fungi[01:42.942]Oh fudge, my new form isn't in the folklore[01:46.128]The new norm wasn't in the brochure[01:51.704]There's no known cure[01:52.769]Nothing more to figure out, just sit around and grow horns[01:56.221]Germs on germs on germs[01:58.615]Slide through, cry you a river of soft serve[02:01.539]My snail trail exhibit infinity wrong turns[02:04.452]I'm gelatin, forever in line for the hors d'oeuvres[02:07.909]Coat full of crab toast, foam at the whistle[02:10.833]Future of a puddle with a phone in the middle[02:15.075]With no signal[02:18.802]It's emotional[02:21.196][02:21.994][Chorus][02:33.412]I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes[02:40.259]Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones[02:45.299]Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub[02:51.684]Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat