come and get me out of this town oh now come and save me come and rescue me from this joint hotel full of bones and babies
take a look at yourself a look that will sell call your aunt about the tea she abandoned yeah, while she placed him in a can in candum
it's the same as any day now except your teeth are falling out and you're going upstairs yeah, you're going upstairs it's an upstairs harmony and when you get there you can write a song to keep you company
there are good things there are no things to eat and tonight we're eating meat goody goody goody there's a couple of things I should tell you about that the fuckers wouldn't sell 'cause they're too cheap to tell it's the men who feed on human beings and they dottle about with their bellies hanging out you can wash their fingers but they never leave you can bite your tongue but it turns them on and when you're ready to go they'll pinch at your sides and they'll make you recite brilliant songs about the symphony
I hate this and I hate their trees and their yards that they wrap with and their plastics in the greens(??) and their white houses and goddamn white teeth and the chemical stress on the hair that they squeeze I hate this sex and the brats that they breed and the air that they breathe and they hated me x6
well then they ate me and then they ate me and they thought I was tasty