Lletres: Mother Hips. Back To The Grotto.

All the revolutionaries are revolting
and everlasting has tunred to never-ending.
All the Freestone peaches have been punctured
by a hundred-thousand dirty thumbnails.
Please, please,please,please,please, Mrs. Zealot,
I only wanted to see what was under your dress.
And now I must commend you, Mrs. Zealot,
for teaching us the meaning of success.
And the tactics you are using tell me that you're bruising toward a breakdown.
Do your nightmares ever focus on the kids doing the benchpress down in Boy's Town?

Man it's gonna be great to get back to The Grotto.

The politicians who get busted seem so dumb but they're the only ones we catch.
but of corruption I can't speak because I will divulge I'm keeping my own stash.

Man it's gonna be great to get back to The Grotto.