The Gusher
Read The Gusher lyrics by Lambchop on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
The Gusher
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
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
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "The Gusher"?
Lambchop performs "The Gusher", and this lyric page sits inside the Lambchop catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "The Gusher"?
Yes. The related section below points to Autumn's Vicar and Bugs with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Lambchop?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Lambchop's lyric pages.
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
What people are saying
No listener comments on The Gusher yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.