I was sliding along in the sewer right under the street
Dreaming of lettuce and leaves, life is bitter and sweet.
Above ground is danger my mother was murdered
She tried to survive she bit a turnip
But the people put poison for us cos we’re vermin
It was Death by salt for trying to eat


SEWER SLUG LOOKING FOR LOVE
WHO CAN I CALL
I’M DREAMING OF
A SWEET STRONG WET HOT SOFT corebaby
COME GET ME AND carry me OUT through YOUR FAVOURITE DRAIN

I ran and I ran on my single muscular foot
Escaped underground and practised my nasty guy look
in the night we drank in the day we stank
My only friend was a fly called skunk
Then one day the rat-king came out to hunt
notorious tangled up circle of teeth

He spat in my face with three of his monster heads
The other five heads were just glaring his veins bulging red
I looked in his eye and I didn’t know why
But I felt mostly pity and saw he was shy
And angry and angsty becaus he was ugly
And I gave the ratking a kiss instead

SEWER SLUG LOOKING FOR LOVE
WHO CAN I CALL
I’M DREAMING OF
A SWEET STRONG WET HOT SOFT core baby
COME GET ME AND carry me OUT through YOUR FAVOURITE DRAIN

He felt all the blood start bubbling through his heart
and told me to climb on his back and be alert
i hung onto his hair and prayed some prayers
we ran through the shit and the ladder was there
to take us up to the outside world
to take back the land that was ours from the first

We went to a piece of ground that was green brown green wet
and wept from joy to see that the harvest was fat
rat king was my horse and raging of course
we galloped with force to the house with the porsche
and the humans were armed with petrol and sparks
to fry us alive until we were dead

SEWER SLUG LOOKING FOR LOVE
WHO CAN I CALL
I’M DREAMING OF
A SWEET STRONG WET HOT SOFT corebaby
COME GET ME AND carry me OUT through YOUR FAVOURITE DRAIN

the petrol flew close to our heads but missed its target
and a flame came out of the lighter and onto the car
the explosion was giant a blazing hot tyrant
that ate the house and the humans who buy it
but with 32 legs we ran quick survive it
the green brown green garden was ours