Intro
Oh
(Hu-huh hu-huh)
Bun-bun-bung-hole
(Hu-huh)
Verse 1
Palms shaking like a fever
Pulling up the shirt until the eyes disappear
Cornholio rising out the couch cushions
Level ten disaster in the supermarket aisles
White cotton kingdom needs a new crown
Screaming for the roll on a cardboard tube
Pre-Chorus
Titrated on a sugar rush
Mind turning into gray mush
Searching for the soft white sheet
Wandering the barren street
Chorus
I am the great one from Lake Titicaca
I am the GREAT Cornholio
Give me T.P. for my bunghole
The world is a sewer of plastic bags
I need T.P. for my bunghole
(For my bunghole)
Verse 2
Caffeine clicking through my clicking teeth
Are you threatening Me?
the master of the porcelain throne?
Stacked up crates are leaning in the dark
Body doing the twitch like a broken wire
Staring at the ceiling while the fan spins
Begging for a fiber-based blessing right now
Pre-Chorus
Titrated on a sugar rush
Mind turning into gray mush
Searching for the soft white sheet
Wandering the barren street
Chorus
I am the great one from Lake Titicaca
Give me T.P. for my bunghole
The world is a sewer of plastic bags
I need T.P. for my bunghole
(For my bunghole)
Bridge
Lake Titicaca
Nicaragua
Islands of paper
Islands of safety
Fire in the stomach
Fire in the blood
Chorus
I am the great one from Lake Titicaca
I am the Great Cornholio
Give me T.P. for my bunghole
The world is a sewer of plastic bags
I need T.P. for my bunghole
(For my bunghole)
burningbear
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