Pulling Yarns

Pulling Yarns :

The chosen ones

With the punctured lungs,

And all the rest

With deflating breasts

After long and dull debate

Decided that it would be best

To scatter ounces for the feast

And hope these ailments would cease.

Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...

Lucy and her next of kin

Sacrificed the Hoopty Twins

To the god of halibut and fins,

But when the stench took to the winds

The styes marched onward singing hymns

That sounded more like battle cries.

Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...

The Shock Board of Glamour-

They struck the truth down with their hammers

Till skies turned green.

Organ donors please beware

That the goings-on going on here

Are triple threat to the fancy fare

Who live each day with the lasting fear

That one day when they're dying they will realize that they've missed it all.

Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...