Nose Nachos Riot

(groan) Line at the counter,

dusting the slate

Booger sugar calling, it cannot wait

Peruvian flake

on a mirror so cold

Nose beers for breakfast,

we never grow old

Nose Nachos, plates in the dark

Mike Honcho, lighting the spark (ahhhh) Sifting through the white-out storm

Keep the shivering body warm

Crawling the walls at a quarter to four

Scraping the residue off of the floor

My heart is a piston,

my eyes are so wide

No place to run from the monster inside (nooo!)

(save me!)

(breathing heavily)