Deal by P

Suddenly it appeared a week ago A bold arrangement of cells The cheeto loogies had attracted worms And all my horses sat in hell What about the gate with cheese made of cough phlegm? What about the faces in the rain? What about the people on that train that night? What about this feeling I have pain? The deal's in the flap on that thing of mine The deal's in the flap on my thing X2 The mites on trigger's face had killed a cop Our cat had flown to Abilene The flakes on station three had failed the test The tiny one was free What about the trip that day to the grocery store? What about the lipstick on the dog? What about the retard on the bridge that night? What about the headlights in the fog? The deal's in the flap on that thing of mine The deal's in the flap on my thing X2 Though I'm never gonna find the winner Am I ever gonna feel no better sometime? Am I ever gonna be together? Maybe somebody will change the weather Until then just lonely pictures sitting in the back of my head It took the sun about a week ago The children had to run and hide The spider-dogs had warned us that The tiny one had lied What about the fifteen negro cheerleaders? What about a neosporin bib? What about the tiny one encased in ice? What about the lies we have to live? The deal's in the flap on that thing of mine The deal's in the flap on my thing X2 And so the moral of this story is Never cross an angel with an asp Never treat the shiny one to ice cream cones Never pinch a sweaty mean cop's ass --- .