From the recording Bungle 7"
Lyrics
Quake: ape painted degenerated contagion
I’ll make nay bated breath awaiting a change in
The scoot back, goop on the boot of the shoe rack
Newscast dude, stop being a douchebag
*Are you like Mr. Bungle?* No!
I can’t imagine lacking thanking all the services sold
Bad-tippers are a blip of a behavioral cancer like
*Have good manners*
It’s like the savvy unprofessional smile-backatcha
Mess of a life-in-shambles ambidextrous, not to be your back-scratcher
Rapper encounter; the baluster disguise the panther
An out for not to doubt the bouts of being an utter asshole
Turgid concern of a nurse fervor
Making minimum minim to serve your Black Bean Burger
A dollar forty-four? Your purse is bursting a tumor
The tab was over twenty; I hope you die sooner than sooner
Manure. Boomerang! Toupee removal La Nouba
Go get your deferenss severed lest the make more highfalutin
Duping plebeian sentiments edamame Entenmann’s
Asbestos enveloping pelican—venison
You're the walking dead to why I seldom advocate partaken weed smoke
A Linus’s biome: life in a bubble, thesaurus
Porridge; reevaluate the dorsal of your sources
Peace & love preach doesn’t mean that’s amore
I had a hankering for liquified dairy as a plasma
Monogamous sonogram automaton neuron neurotic
Canal cacao-vanilla via straw is what my thoughts was
Ice cream’s the hardest part about veganism
Mission: I stepped into a line. What’s the time?
About 8:45; aye yo the spot close at 9
*Sigh* I knew I was narrowly within my rights
But the twenty other folks had made it seem more justified
9:05: Amidst the sculpting cup and cone alike
The black & white aproned employee turns the lighted open sign OFF
Not a minute later who am I to find to enter
But a family with their 1-2-3-4-5
Lot of kids, Golly Gee Whiz!
It’s not a fucking scientific wonder that the staff looks pissed
On behalf the hospitality that’s coddling your dick
May your chocolate syrup magically turn diarrhea shit
To the couple that was seated at R-3
Receiving near impeccable service by yours truly
Dually, regrettably so, ‘cause I’m a Lead, I was stuck behind the bar
I forgot to bring a beer and mistakenly you were charged for it
To make a misstep is a trait to the breathing
An even greater possibility when the Brewery’s busy
As least jaded, most amiable, I begged your absolution
By means of a growler on me or I could void the obtrusion
You took the first perk; premature mirth per
Four and pennies on a bill that’s well-exceeding fifty-something
I am still reeling from your lack of empathy sin
And nobly punishing myself for your invading my skin. Consider,
Perhaps your actions’ equal/opposite backlash
Manifested in my already emotional battle
Had further actuated ruining the rest of my evening
And in addition, several days beyond it plaguing my conscience... really
Be it a lesson for before your in Hades
To not discount the efforts made to wait your ass on the daily
Objects in mirror may be closer than they compile
Karma’s afterthought is a product of your denial