Piebald - Rules For Mules lyrics

I've got to clean my mouth out with soap

I've got to stop swearing

I've got to clean my eyes out with dirt

I've got to stop staring

English was made to be rhymed

Or made to be destroyed

Organized organism

Don't ruffle the feathers

Don't touch a thing

Call shotgun babe and we can bust out of this popsicle stand

Everything good comes to an end

The saddest and happiest day you will miss that eventually

This white christmas is too much for me

It's not what you look like

It's who you look like

If silence is a crime then everything is guilty

Wish that I'd met her sooner

Wish that I could consume her

Mistress of luna

Take care of yourself.