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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phish
Performer
Trey Anastasio
Guitar
Jon Altschiller
Recorder
Mike Gordon
Vocals
Jon Fishman
Drums
White Crow Studios
Recorder
Page McConnell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Herman
Songwriter
Tom Marshall
Songwriter
Trey Anastasio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phish
Producer
Trey Anastasio
Producer
Jon Altschiller
Recording Engineer
Mike Gordon
Producer
Jon Fishman
Producer
Kevin Halpin
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
White Crow Studios
Mixing Engineer
Page McConnell
Producer
Lyrics
Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think
Before you slip into the night
You'll want something to drink
Steal away before the dawn, and
Bring us back good news
But if you've tread in primal soup
Please wipe it from your shoes
Just then a porthole pirate
Scouraged the evening with his cry
And sanctuary bugs deprived
A monkey of its thigh
A dust arose and clogged my nose
Before I could blink twice
Despite the scut that bubbled up
I gave some last advice:
The flesh from Satan's dogs
Will make the rudiments of gruel
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
I removed the force within
Suzie then removed her mask
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
With deadly icy calm
The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue
And used her like a rag
To mop the slime from where the slug
Had slithered with the bag
In summing up, the moral seems
A little bit obscure...
Give the director a serpent deflector
A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
A cushion convector, a picture of nectar
A virile disector, a hormone collector
Whatever you do take care of your shoes
Writer(s): Scott Herman, Tom Marshall, Trey Anastasio
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