I fell upon a cactus last night Like a mailman falls upon a lake laced with LSD & PCP We've been living in a shopping cart for so long now Of course thats true if you don't peek in on my masturbation sessions Or pay a visit to my personal sausage beater With seats molded from blue cheese And a stage made by mushroom pixies Where I publicly shove my thumb in my bum And the audience passes out like falling stars As they did encounter the stench Sniffing the aroma over and over Again