Maureen died in a Cincinnati McDonald's
With Stinker Woo and Anthony the Honadles
She had a sporty windbreaker and babysitter tits
And she lay on spilled Grape Nuts and those oven mitts
A young boy made love to a cigarette machine
A preacher read a passage from Job
Maureen writhed in agony
And in the confusion, I barfed on a globe
Above the golden arches
The sky, it did turn black
God saw fit to give us some roadkill
So we all had a snack
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