There was Fonzie, Lavern and Richie
Sitting on the floor of the Venn Street Kitchen
Fonzie's always looking for something to keep him going
He doesn't really care, he just wants something to put in his arm
I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't wanna live in a place like this
I don't know why I'm living here
This is some place that I'm not gonna miss
And why is Fonzie always fuckin' crying?
And why is Brad walking around with a fuckin' skirt on?
What am I doing in this madhouse?
All I wanna do now is get the fuck out
There's Lavern, is it suicide again?
That girl's really fucked in the brain
She wants to die of a heroin overdose
Why anybody would, nobody knows
Richie's always walking around with his red socks on
Went to San Francisco and came back with a hard-on
Now we call him Albert, now he has permed hair
All he ever talks about is the homo fear
Drug dealer man with the Ecstasy
All they were, were tabs of Vitamin C
Fonzie's right hand man, driver of the car
When the Fonz was the scene, Rich would never be far
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I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth