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PHISH lyrics : "Cavern"

Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think
Before you slip into the night

You'll want something to drink
Steal away before the dawn, and
Bring us back good news

But if you've tread in primal soup
Please wipe it from your shoes


Just then a porthole pirate
Scourged the evening with his cry
And sanctuary bugs deprived

The monkey of its thigh
A dust arose and clogged my nose
Before I could blink twice

Despite the stuff that bubbled up
I gave some last advice:


The flesh from Satan's dogs
Will make the rudiments of gruel


Deduct the carrots from your pay
You worthless swampy fool


Exploding then through fields and fen
And swimming in the mire
The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth

Demented me with fire
I drifted where the current chose
Afloat upon my back

And if perchance a newt slimed by
I'd stuff it in my sack


Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin
But with handy spine of hedgehog
I removed the force within

Suzie then removed her mask
And caused a mighty stir
The angry mob responded

Taking turns at grabbing her

The foggy cavern's musty grime

Appeared within my palm
I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off
With deadly icy calm


[(original lyrics - from 4.22.90)
The brothel wife then grabbed a knife

And slashed me on the tongue
I turned the blade back on the (*##$
And dropped her in the dung]


The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue
And used her like a rag

To mop the slime from where the slug
Had slithered with the bag


In summing up, the moral seems
A little bit obscure...


Give the director a serpent deflector
a mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
a cushion convector, a pitcher of nectar *

a virile dissector,a hormone collector

* or "a penile erector" (4.22.90, 10.31.90), or "a picture of

Nectar"

Whatever you do take care of your shoes

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