- I like the Country Sprime, reminds me of my mother's milk. All sour -
Hey, we're rolling!
I know.

Let me tell you about love,
What the French call sacre bleu
Some say love is the road,
And that cowboy love is pure.

I've seen many things in my travels,
That could make a man stone dead.
I have seen a scorpion,
Have you?

I've seen a rock shaped like Cleopatra,
And a man who was made of meat,
I've ridden on a train without saddles,
And I've eaten my own feet.

I learned love from the greatest,
People you probably haven't heard of,
You don't read, do ya?

They said many wise things to me,
And gave me so many tests,
It took up eighteen years of my life
But it made me the best, oh yeah.

My love's purer than your love,
Your love's stupid and slow,
My love's purer than your love,
That is just so.

My love's thicker than your love,
Kinda like a banana.
I herd cattle for a living,
And you are just a tanner. My love can do more than your love,
Centipedes taught me how.
They could speak for some reason,
But that's not the issue now.

I can love more things than your love
So many things you can't count them
If you put all the things in a house
They wouldn't fit in the house
Even two houses, that are really big.
And you try and count them anyway, you go inside,
Even though I said you couldn't count them.
You're competitive.

And there's so many things in the house
That the house falls down
On your head
That shit happens all the time to you, don't it?
You're stupid.

Well I think I've made my point.
Go.
Go.

You know, sometimes... I sure wish I were better at girls.

Enter, welcome,
Fleshbag human,
See his weakness,
Sloshing round inside him.

Listen, his bones,
Soaked with his ignorance,
Feed him, nourish him,
Naked snackling pupae.

Girls are winnable
Use our methods,
Research does show,
You'll be invincible.

She'll be your own
Pliable human girl,
When you leave our
Super Centipede World.

You must stun her,
First kiss in car,
Hide knees always,
No one need to see those.

Scratch her lightly
With your poison mandible,
Gives a sense of
Rousing euphoria!

Last moon of Spring,
She moults copiously,
Seize your chance then -
Take her to a motel.

Eat her bag eggs:
Boost productivity,
Use traps and shoes:
Limit her mobility!

She will require the following items for love to occur:

A domestic mammal,
Must be carnivourous,
She'll be its parasite.
Rub belly, yes, nice.

Specials tool to pick
Away at the bad dreams,
A nice set of crockery,
Milk jug to match.

Soft flaxen human hairs
Smeared across her dermis,
Dietry requirements:
Meat and biscuits.

Regular immersion
In low-saline water,
And, most importantly,
Working nostils.

Tell them nothing,
Tell them that we sent you,
Love with purity,
Love them like you mean it.

Tell them nothing,
Tell them that we sent you,
Leave this zone now,
Cry like a baby.

Tell them nothing
Then them that we sent you,
You're my son now,
Come back for barbacue,
Barbacue!
BARBACUE!

- Howdy stranger.
- Sup. Yeah, I'm looking for the darlings.
- You been to see the centipede, boy?
- Yeah. Oh yeah!

- They're out back.