Get so tenseThere's no roomI can't breatheI can't moveBensonhurst hairPinstripe suitsWalkmans from hellBig tennis shoesYou're reading the journalHideous and smugLicking at the coffeeFrom the slit in your cupYou're elbow's in my neckYou horrid disease'Las cucarachas entran pero no puedan salir'Get so sickOne more stopBoxed in fleshOne more stopI can't moveThe train doors crackThe insects spewCaesarian birthFrom a festering wombThen we all flock out together, feeling perky,headed towards the... Slaughterhouse
