Bossy-The Residents

[ti:Bossy] [ar:The Residents] [al:Fingerprince] [offset:0] [00:00.79]Sat upon an empty box of [00:02.98]Cheerios and settled [00:06.09]Through the cracks of wooden floors [00:08.59]Forming little cone mountains [00:11.48]Fertile soil on which to rest [00:14.22]My dirty little white stone [00:16.97]With dimples to keep it from [00:19.40]Rolling down the dusty trail [00:22.34]Brought such straight rows [00:24.83]Like corn and peas [00:27.70]And foot caves in cold dirt [00:42.99]And the sore throat that follows [00:45.11]Everyone always knew [00:46.55]It ended this way [00:48.55]But I still don't understand [00:50.48]Why milking the cow didn't work [00:52.16]She was warm and had a rough [00:54.53]Muscular tongue for licking