My head is filled with sawdust

Glass eyes of vacant black bulbs

And from my perch of red rust

The world contracts and unfolds



There was a liar with the great incisors

Shimmering through the steaming geyser

Of platitudes and of pasteurisers

He's sincere, so sincere



There was a bird with the brilliant plummage

Suffering through the airborn sewage

Of black clouds and of black perfummage

Sincere, she's so sincere



There was a flock that would only follow

Any shit they'd taste they'd swallow

You'd never know that their heads were hollow

Sincere, so sincere