Little Fishes - The Claypool Lennon Delirium

Mercury makes its way into

The skin of little fishes who

Swim across the vast and murky

Mucky, mud terrain

They make their way onto the dishes

Of men who gobble little fishes

As the mercury settles in

Their soft and supple brains

Gone are the days

Gone are the days

When you can stick your toes in without a second thought

Gone are the days

When you can get your mind wet without the fear of rot

Where did the Pillsbury Doughboy go wrong?

When did the blingy little weasels kill the protest song?

When will the youth get on its hind legs?

Is the Golden Goose laying 3D printed eggs?

When will the Easter Bunny come

And hop it all away?

Gone are the days

Gone are the days

When you didn’t need WiFi to help you find someone to kiss

Gone are the days

When your brand of genitalia would determine where to piss

Mr. Owl, he cheats to reach the center of the pop

Scarecrow, better hold your breath while Roundup’s being doused upon your crops

When will the youth get on its hind legs?

Is the Golden Goose still laying 3D printed eggs?

When will Ben Kenobi come

And saber it away?

Mercury makes its way into

The skin of little fishes who

Swim across the vast and murky

Mucky, mud terrain

They make their way onto the dishes

Of men who gobble little fishes

As the mercury settles in

Their soft and supple brains

Mercury makes its way into

The skin of little fishes who