Hallowed Be Thy Ween (Very Long Suite) The Residents (Ft. Peggy Honeydew & Snakefinger)

Do you, PC, to make this something for which to make your own, who she is?
Do you, sweet little Peggy Honeydew, take this penetrated hero and all?
Do you PC, take this woman that you care to hold, love and fit, shake and bake, fake and cake, insinuate all day as long as you...

The Sandman Waits for no ones Sake
But Just to save his skin
His oily grease is full of fleas
But he has put no bone

He's all alone
Has no home
To edge his knifey blade
Sits inside a microdot
And drinks Pink Lemonade
Oh Yeah

And let us pray, oh grеat heavenly horse, who soars thе skyway, let not the hooves of you indiscretion find their mark in the hearts and brains of these raving young children
Show them, oh most merciless named one, not with the balls of your hay-bale turds, but with courage in-blazed in your [????]. Amen

N. Senada! N. Senada's Head's a nodding to
Nod your head, big red!
Visit the 'Frisco zoo!

Oh! Eat me mother with a gut first stout
Yes, Eat me mother cause I feel left out!
Sug Me Sadie me with a boogie beat
Yeah kill me lady cause I need a treat
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made
Slay me with a hatchet on the bumper of a ford
Cause I hope I don't catch it but I don't know what for
Sunset's fast in the blithering haze
A crune with a prune and I haven't got it made