Album: Types of Wood
Thought about selling my testosterone...
Girls have beautiful female hormones.
Asked my doctor what I should do,
He said "Sperm is sold for a dollar or two."
Spread my seed and grow a tree;
Successful fertilization will be achieved.
Leaves of me falling off the tree;
Supplies replenished by me.
So I went to a bank to donate some sperm...
I thought about myself as a mechanical bull:
Genetic selling machine for a union's white dream.
The lady at the counter told me I could be sixteen...
So I went into a room, looked at the tube;
There was a pink line drawn where you fill it to.
I dropped my pants and started to dance.
Mechanics were oiled; the gene pool slipped.
Laid on the bed; laughing out loud.
I sold out myself in a gene pool style.
Laughing at my silliness...