When it comes to the outside party
Longrib’s family got it made
Flayed councilmen and splayed aldermen
Stretched out all over the Escalade
A Westward eye will catch the procession
Tumbling down the mountainside
It’s more than a gathering
Cacophony of unfiltered screams
Uncle, daughters, and newborn princes
Will have their fill of the morning gruel
Licking jewelry off of exposed bone
Just another spin on meal on wheels
They said “save the date”
But not for the victims
Fresh from all his peacekeeping
Longrib palms his face
Poor, bashful Longrib
You can’t banish what is eternal
“Could we try human food instead of humans as food?”
A minor request
But uh-uh
Long live Longrib
It’s more than a gathering
Cacophony of unfiltered screams
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
