That’s what we’re here for

Give it to us, ungentle gods, you know that seventh days
Are for the sucker class

Lollipunches face music 
First chair in violence
String extenuation, circumnavigator

Take this globe and shove it back to cold time
Anthropower shivers in sweat
Sauna is a relative, a cousin, never the twain ice sheet

Fickle hands make devilish playgrounds
That's the spin cycle laundromat
Reinsurance for perfect storms:
Pay out when the squall blows the chinny chin
Off the mustache waxed moonshine