Scrod Cod

Drawn up from slimy brine
Cold and wet and dark as night
This cod's gonna make you sick
This cod doesn't take no shit

Tye's slide fell down beneath the stands
That was scrod cod
Paul fucked up the solo in On Broadway
That was scrod cod
The reed broke on Niphasone's clarinet
That was scrod cod
Tim Patrick can't play the tuba for shit
The work of scrod

Scrod cod watches over all
It decides who stands and falls
Moist and pressed up to your ear
Scrod cod fills your gut with fear

Leah lost a perfectly good drum stick
That was scrod cod
Half the band missed the fight song at the quarter
That was scrod cod
Mr. Kirby's directing stick broke in half
That was scrod cod
Anton started playing the wrong song
The work of scrod cod