Текст песни Je M'appelle J. Cousteau

lump fairies swear at glories far be-

yond the fabric that she wears. He said

"Do ya wanna chair?" I'd join him any-

where! A hole in the ground, in this

theatre I found J.C.'s infernal horde--

they caper, they banter, forming human

pyramids, all to please--their infernal

Lord...Whoa! His name is J. Cousteau!!!

A pussy and I know you know!! I know

you know, and there he goes. He goes and

grows, on gosh, he knows--Aboard the

Calypso!! The foam beside, and a burly

sea to ride, all spell goodness for the

master of the whirling pimple tides.

He tried and fried until the rustedGwar - Je M'appelle J. Cousteau - http://ru.motolyrics.com/gwar/je-mappelle-j-cousteau-lyrics.html

hinges sighed, and then he stepped

inside! He found her there, swimming

in her seaweed hair, looking vaguely

like a lover who has hung herself with

underwear--Phosphorescent green and

the sex-act made obscene, in Jacques

galleon of hatred--This wrinkled French-

man is a living god!!!

Cousteau, you know, where the dying

dolphins go, and the wasteland ever growing,

never slowing till it's far below--Put it

on your T.V. show--and let the humans

know!!!

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