Massage Parlor

lyrics :Bercowetz/Bua
music :David Fox

A Cabin is a   like parlor crab that pinches you till your mad
you boil and crack, the thing still attacks as you chew it's meat 32 times

cascading canoes getting broke by the rules
dive bombing the embalmed man's palm
hole in the wall like a hole in the hand
devouring more of your land
bangs come from the raccoon infested hum-Vee band

(quick cacophonous humvee marching band break)

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(Chorus)

The Message parlor is working out it's pain
Down the zip line- Out the new back door            
Rolling it's neck backwards in the upstate rain
not a tick in site,but I feel em eyeing my pores

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Tulips hang like chandeliers
Tied back to the wall like the inflated tear
When it's cut loose, it cries so loud
It crawls through the crack, it takes it's bow

Millipede coils while the machine venom boils
Rope tricks and crazy sticks
The massage is all about royalty
The message is still in the bottle,
Drink up, comfort zone: turmoil

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The Message parlor with it's dorthy incident rocks
Grappling with bullet proof phobia
And raising from seed   baby hamhocks
Jed smiled gave thumbs up when the roof bridge was dropped
No people in flight for now , this place is anti-locks

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Shot gun shacks give momma a heart attack
The moonshine stills make my girl way too ill
But the case of liquid nails is what keeps us on the rails
We'll somehow find a way to make it all -sorta stick

Black van backs in, out pours bandana man
Arrows fly,my dog says   goodbye
Get a toy toma hawk   upside my eye

(quick cacophonous humvee marching band break)

Archery of the mind

Like robin hood with no time
Never   an arrow shot
Barely a bank robbery botched
Hits you like an artificial crotch
No paine, no one deranged
Just a few wobbly shacks swaying wobbly on the plains.

(chorus)

The Message parlor is working out it's pain
We work   Down the zip line- Out the new back door            
Rolling it's neck backwards in the upstate rain
not a tick in site,but I feel em eyeing my pores

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Building a darker future for all my light sensitive friends
Love em like my own, that don't seem to wanna play with the bone
Now it's rolling up them and over them, and around them
That's nowhere near what they're suppose to do when they hear that tone

Goiters and gauges
Rouges and   barn reds
mysterious creatures
Much darker then the Feds

(chorus)

The Message parlor is working out it's pain
We go Down the zip line- Out the new back door            
Rolling   it's neck backwards in the upstate rain
not a tick in site,but I feel em eyeing my pores