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T O P I C R E V I E W
Jay
Posted - 01/17/2003 : 9:19:41 PM Well I was up around ten last night boys in the back were fillin' gas tanks With the water from the fishtanks Underneath my kitchen cupbaord Which was quite possibly the most convienient place For such a thing like this Was a pile of small ants Who ate all of my pies They constantly tear at my small little head Tearing apart my gown Until all that is left is... Wait this the the Tire Mountain song
So the Tire mountain was out back Been there since Henry Ford slid out of his Mom Kids used to play on it like it was a pile of pure mescaline I never quite understood why anyone would set it aflame But All's I remember was falling out of bed and smellin' Rubber Cement bonds strong, keeps long and never wears out You know they make it smell bad So that kiddies won't huff it And They'll run a big vat of it Down to your house if you call the Toll-free number listed at the bottom Of your screen Doors are almost invisable to a small kid Cause they constantly run into them And knock them down onto the deck While the 4th of July party guests Stand and laugh while Mom runs and Grabs the kid and asks Oh, the Tire Mountain song.
So they set it on fire late at night and Burn the damn thing to the ground My house was covered in burnign rubber and I was using up all of the oxygen which was Available at the time for my use Which was not much There is two hours worth of air In an average phone booth Which is sometimes as big as Tire Mountain song
So they started to pull the rubber off of my House which was running out of oxygen inside And I was using up all of my nitous oxide,anyway But I swear it helps me breathe And then I'm gonna roll down the hills and then I'm gonna fly to Georgia and Eat some Hush Puppies and Drink sweet tea ( Why don't they call it Iced Tea) which was squeeze only from fresh Tires. They are the supreme being, they Alone are what gives Emeril is Bam and Notch Kicking Bird is played by Graham Greene in Dances with Wolves He also narrates a crime series On one of those channels That people only watch while THings are burning and other things Are Being poured out of bottles and The boys out back are eating mescaline Like it was a mountain made of tires which were dropped by Commercial ariline test-pilots While entering the atmosphere at roughly three weeks late which Meant they could've been pregnant With small children, like Henry Ford. And a burning fire will certainly Gain the attention of those bastards At the supermarket who take your seeds and plant them in farmer's housewife's with three teeth and A pile of tires in their backyards Which are burnign now cause Some crazy horses poured gas on it And one of them through a Zippo on it They are windproof, so it didn't go out And the whole thing lit up like the 4th of July guest watch the little Kid fall flat on his face after falling Through the screen door And Mom running to him and feeding him Tires that are melting and covering my Home with a black goo similar in texture And smell To rubber cement which smells better than Burning tires.
And lying between the sea and dispair is A small little fellow, surrounded by hate Which flows like hot water through The air which is also very hot Making friction less a problem and letting the water fall faster onto Tire Mountain and then turning into Wonderful ice sculptures of Dustin Hoffman.
