Sloth Songtext

von Phish

They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian Spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip Van Winklin'
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin'

I'm so bad
He's so nasty
Ain't got no friends
Real outcasty
Stay out of my way
Or you'll end up a cripple
I'll take this piece of paper
And slice you in the nipple

They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian Spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip Van Winklin'
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin'

Colonel Forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the
Cell. He ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again
About the door. He had traveled through the door out of necessity. Once
He knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone. Just like Wilson.
Just like Tela. Just like Errand Wolfe. And he sat in the dungeon, and he
Realized that he was back again; through the door. And through the tiny
Window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains.
Errand
Errand
Errand
Errand
And from atop the mountain Icculus looked down on all that went on below
Him. And he smiled.