Rot Winter

I want to clone every one of us
Gallow rock men stuck in the snow-mud
And those who gave up on the local trust
Thurs curdled steam
Your milk dud and pie crust
Imbredded since the year 1643

Meow, meow, bonesnow
Meow, meow, snowbone
Meow, meow, bonesnow

Old fiercely Graham said a storm is a comin
The reckless youth like the gum grinned man Up the slum country where the cats are humping
Has a lil hill with the freak-house crumpets
We like 'em, I like 'em
But we get tired
It's just us camping November through March
We conspire
Light the fire

Oh my god this town's gonna burn...

Meow, meow, bonesnow
Meow, meow, snowbone
Meow, meow, bonesnow
Meow, meow, snowbone!