Strapped to a table – By men in black suits

Picking through my entrails – And stealing my boots

Beer can fireworks – Will destroy this home

The iron-clad ghetto bird – Won’t leave me alone

Pills in the wine – The albino sleeps

Underneath the table – A little thing creeps

The apple explosion – Is much too small

Teenagers fucking – Up against the wall

Trails from the light – shifting perception

Stray from the hive – resonant connection

Blotter test – Micro infusion

Tabs to infest – Acetone illusion

Swatting at flies – That aren’t even there

Makes the ROTC – Stop and stare

Dude thinks he’s a banana – Who am I to dispute?

He has a lot of appeal – And monkeys think he’s cute

The planets have aligned – With the stench of poon

I wash off my finger – And then steal the moon

My head is pendulating – On it’s stump

The windshield wiper blades – Look like a rump

I can stick my fingers through my head like it was made of tapioca pudding

What the fuck can your fingers do?

Stoning the beast – with aspartame

A hillbilly opera – has rendered me lame

The laser disc is boring – When cigarettes can fly

I’ll take my magic stick – And poke out Cindy’s eye

Dancing and slapping – Crashing through the door

A tricky loaded gun – Shoots an effeminate man-whore

The cops don’t know – He’s a werewolf tonight

They have silver bullets – But he has a Coors Light

Trails from the light – shifting perception

Stray from the hive – resonant connection

Blotter test – Micro infusion

Tabs to infest – Acetone illusion

The acid tone – In my bone

The acid tone – Can’t go home