Doctor Please -
rolling up my sleeves.
I got to got to
make it fit.
Push it through my frontal lobe.
A frozen smile -
it's what I need.
Diet Cola Syringe.
Diet Cola Syringe.
Those Kellogg kids, those hairy pets.
That h*mogenoues shine, so pure.
Sister Placebo is giving birth again,
to mongoloid children in the heartland of the Middle West.
Mister Please -
help me sir.
I got to got to
get employment.
Putting pimentos in olive loafs.
Good hard cash -
it's what I need.
Diet Cola Syringe.
Diet Cola Syringe.
That video,
that commercial,
that candidate,
- look the same.
Sister Placebo is touching me again,
as I'm making photocopies for crashing Wall Street -
with Brooklyn dead.