With a wink and a nod look we're all giving favors!

There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand

Examples must be made! Discipline must be maintained!

See, we're all a little mad here

what a joy it is to kill all my hunger in

three minutes and thirty seconds

cause at the top of the world we're all just the bottom line

someone's been shook red-handed!

Dead stage center at the shit-grin parade

beware! beware!

beware of an aging pack of men who think like cats

wow! ain't it grand to be part of the future?!

A pox on ye phony kings

and all night while you slumber you'll dream of electric sheep

For we may perish at the hands we must shake

Our bodies longing for the aches to escape

and the filth they'll accept is the filth

that I'm dragging my belly through

cause we're being drowned out in our own fucking sound

now the teenage brigade has opinions

and I can't get respect cause I'm not at the bar

now the teenage brigade has opinions

when I'm weak it is bleak and they're all capping me

with their cold metal clutch on us tightly

so get hip to recouping with youth at the bottom of a rabbit's hole!