Lyrics taken from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", from Leaves of Grass...

"You there, impotent, loose in the knees

Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you

Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets

I am not to be denied...

Mine is no callous shell

I have instant conductors all over me

[repeat]

I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers

And that's about as much as I can stand"...

Severed Heads / Goodbye Tonsils...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3-v2u2dz2E...

Done