Screw me? I died. There were huge haunted coffins, and we humped a fat horny ghost. All he had to do was get the spirit out of his invisible Mercedes-Benz and kick a bisexual Mortician so we could drink the geezer's flask of funky green embalming fluid. Then Casper could sneak out of the morgue before dawn and find a liberal to sodomize.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
