Greetings from the Great North Woods Lyrics

Rabid mouths and prone suicidalsMorphine injections from crazed homicidalsA man's job is never done in this white roomNineteen hour shiftsWhat kind of job is this?"This is madness"...Read Full Lyrics

At our parties, there's two guys for every girlAt our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibalAt our parties, there's two cooks for every entreeWhatever you want, you gotJust...Read Full Lyrics

The sun rose on the understory with a click of a switchThe sub canopy roared when the business sign read open in neon lightsClimbing viens up desk, stools, pygmies and batsTimecard...Read Full Lyrics