Alice Donut
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Hot steam rising from the swamp, by the tar road.
Crawdads kicking in the dirt.
Serious cleavage in pink motels.
(The) preacher's emptying his bucket.
Forks in the road.
Pock marks in starch-white shirts.Carcass rotting in the yard, by the motel.
(The) Bayou's washed it on the shore.
Maggots turned up butterflies in the deep south.
Here I am running from the pulpit.
(repeated endlessly).
- Album:
- Pure Acid Park
- Revenge Fantasies Of The Impotent
- Donut Comes Alive
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- 3 Sisters
- Three Sisters
- Dry Humping the Cash Cow - Live At CBGB
- Bucketfulls of Sickness and Horror in an Otherwise...
- Mule
- The Biggest Ass (The Ass Trilogy)
- The Untidy Suicides of Your Degenerate Children
- Medication
- Teriyaki Asthma, Vols. I-V
- Fuzz
- Blood on the Tundra / Bottom of the Chain
- Universonoro Volumen 1
- Pandemonic
- Freaks In Love