I stumbled so innocently
Over all the obscene boundaries
Still I might've procured it at
The Concord Country Jubilee

And the perfect order fell in the street
It was there I scraped it clean
And it was gonna be hard to heal it
The crowd browsed innocently
Callous toward the injury
Still I rode the kiddie train at
The Concord Country Jubilee

And the adolescent ate on me
I screamed
And the girl, she kissed his tongue
And he touched her stuffed meat
Her stuffed meat, her stuffed meat