Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could hear the So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge 'cause overnight that lake had turned to thick as butter But the local kids would still go drinking Saying hat to them it doesn't matter
[Chorus:] If you just in your breath Til you come back up in full Hold in your breath 'til you thought it through, you, fool
The next door was busing table Wiping clean the ketchup labels Getting high and muttering German fables Didn't care as long as he able To strip his clothes off the dumpster At night while everyone was sleeping And wade midway into that porridge Just him and his secret he was keeping
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the morning the film crews start arriving With donuts, coffee and reporters The kids are waking up hung over The neighbors were starting up their cars The men were emptying the dumpsters were praying full of sarcasm And the genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm