monkey see, monkey die

laminate your face and paste it up into the sky

cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's

completely rancid and beautiful

like a forcefield of multiplying meat

cut a hole in the floor to see

just how close to hell we're standin'



time shoots forward in your skull

scattered to the four winds chucked in a bucket

riding lampost, moldy toast

excitement level: zero 

rock the casbah, bring the noise

amplified dishwashers

exploring the boring to the core

people with cordless personalities

runnin' around in new wave bionic jogging suits



california white boy sound

rocket-powered and nailed to the ground

new age, old age

totally lame

straight to the middle of the road

rewind the tape

play the whole thing backwards

with the sound completely turned off