Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 56 · middle
Blow Chunks
VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Blow Chunks". Its true history: US, ~1990s — the graphic specifics; frantic and fast, but keep it PG-13 and funny. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] Red alert flashing inside of the brain! Clear out the corridor, here comes the train! [Verse 1] The temperature drops and the cold sweat spikes I'm gripping the wall like I'm riding a bike In a 1990s American dorm They gave a new name to the textural storm It isn't a toss and it isn't a hurl It's the end of the night at the edge of the world [Chorus] Sound the alarm, it's a frantic dash Get out of the way of the pending splash We're paying the toll for the confident drunks Oh man, I am going to blow chunks! Blow chunks! Like a cannonball fired from the heavy lungs Clear the way, I'm gonna blow chunks! [Verse 2] It's a graphic display, it's a colorful spray The pizza we ordered at noon yesterday A sudden eruption, a tactical strike I'm running so fast that I trip on the mic Who needs a delicate, elegant verse When the stomach is shifting right into reverse? [Chorus] Sound the alarm, it's a frantic dash Get out of the way of the pending splash We're paying the toll for the confident drunks Oh man, I am going to blow chunks! Blow chunks! Like a cannonball fired from the heavy lungs Clear the way, I'm gonna blow chunks! [Bridge] Ten seconds left and the hallway is blocked! I'm rounding the corner, the system is shocked I need the cool tile, the porcelain crown I'm bringing the whole entire festival down! Wait. The door is open. [Outro] I'm safely inside the room. The crisis averted, the panic consumed. Just me and the echoes of 1990s slang. Let the bells ring. Blow chunks. Yeah, blow chunks.