מילים לשיר Cavern – Phish

Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think
Before you slip into the night
Steal away before the dawn, and
You'll want something to drink
Bring us back good news
Please wipe it from your shoes
But if you've tread in primal soup Just then a porthole pirate
Scouraged the evening with his cry
A monkey of its thigh
And sanctuary bigs deprived
Before I could blink twice
A dust arose and clogged my nose
Despite the scut that bubbled up
I gave some last advice: Will make the rudiments of gruel
The flesh from Satan's dogs
Deduct the carrots from your pay You worthless swampy fool Exploding then through fields and few
And swimming in the mire
The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth
Demented me with fire
I drifted where the current chose
Afloat upon my back And if perchance a newt slimed by
I'd stuff it in my sack
Soon I felt a bubble form,
Somewhere below my skin
But with the handy spine of hedgehog
Suzie then removed her mask
I removed the force within
And caused a mighty stir
The angry crowd responded
Taking turns at grabbing her The foggy cavern's musty grime
Appeared within my palm I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue
With deadly icy calm
And used her like a rag
Had slithered with the bag
To mop the slime from where the slug In summing up, the moral seems
A little bit obscure. A cushion convector, a picture of nectar
Give the director a serpent deflector
A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
A virile disector, a hormone collector Whatever you do take care of your shoes.