Junk Fishing

What I wouldn't give for you To drop a braided line into My throat with, on the end affixed A circle hook with a pointed tip As sharp as cactus thorns, to fish The guts and all the rest of it -The writhing eels and cockle shells -Like water up from down a well We're goin' junk fishing In the heart of the big, black Boxed-in sea Man, I've been wishing That you'd come junk fishing With me What I wouldn't give for you to drag a big ol' net right through My head, to haul on outta there The ragged claws and teeth that tear And all the things that ain't been found All that scary shit livin' way deep down Get a good, course net to take it all And we'll have ourselves a great, big haul We're goin' junk fishing In the heart of the big, black Boxed-in sea Man, I've been wishing That you'd come junk fishing With me And Scylla and Charybdis Best be real afraid of you Blow 'em right out my Messina Yeah, just come a-hurtlin' right on through We're goin' junk fishing In the heart of the big, black Boxed-in sea Man, I've been wishing That you'd come junk fishing With me Yes, we're goin' junk fishing In the heart of the big, black Boxed-in sea! Man, I've been wishing That you'd come junk fishing With me Oh, I've been wishing That you'd come junk fishing With me