“Is there iniquity in my tongue? Cannot my taste discern perverse things?”
---Job 6:30

Prelude

On the shore
Waves come and go
Pat, pat
Strike

On the mountain
I climb higher higher
Up, up
Satisfy

No more waves
Slide from the height
Low, low
Agonize

I. Job

I got a job,
A really good job
Like a pipe with a flute

Blow blow like a whistle
Suck suck like a lollipop
Lick lick like a ice cream cone

Hey, dont stop the melody
Hey, dont stop eating it
Hey, time to unload?

II. 6:30

I cant get it up
Cant even be the lollipop
When you are on top

I am trying, sweating
My ice cream cone is melting
Melting away from me

Now he is gone
She wants a gun
Shoot me for
Not being the top gun


Written by Rob (Prelude) and Rice (Job, 6:30)