[Lyric] Hernia Milk The Milk Queen (Caroliner)

The world is a tablecloth and dirt ground is its
Pride Hernia Milkqueen salted Berbucks are
The peppered out from the wine casks into
South American light with a hand hitting
Milk hernia crotch crest carrying trading
Set down a bull here pick one up
Milk from that scrot(?) wake the dead
Piss purple blood porridge I'll
Match thing wealth another
Chimney lifted out from its
Home as bull dust storm like
Stealth eyebrows raise at the
3 armed spread one arm a bull
One arm a handful of building dirt
And one a raised chimney shrively heart
Pump up a new life gleamed raising eyes
Yawn out some maggot down to South
America where from dead she bring the
Hernia Milkqueen brought up
Raisin eye danger mommy
Finger stripe, legs with gut
Mound hand, whiskey and
His horse whisker, and Cabry(?)
Silver on the backs a yoke of
Animal and soil Berbucks are a
Sort who have laboured died before
In jungle over land toil dropped
Dead in tracks buckets of torn
Flesh trying to take golden coffin
Tree ointment with heavy milkpiss
Restoring breath
The way to start
A new life side
Milkpiss revival of
The warming
Chimney with a
Cabin and a
Trullet of oxen
To protect
And eat