In the name of callous talk:
This unborn age has reached its botch
Lollipop, Lollipop

Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach 
wants, contagious every single suck, the flavour takes 
it, takes its time

Lollipop, Lollipop

Can't contain the nervousness that creeps into the 
loins of us. Our fate concieved of block by block and 
word for word we walk the talk, hapless, every single 
one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver.

Lollipop, Lollipop

Hazing is punch or to be punched, we whimper what we 
have not fought, the body bruised, our fingers fraught, 
we want lollipops to be our bread and bacon, in out 
blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with, 
terrify, although our words will be vacant, in the same 
of talk and this godless creation.

Lollipop, Lollipop

Turning into sap
the incredulous man
stumbles as he glances away

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a 
stomach knotted by thoughts of lollipops, stick into a 
hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants worn 
leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim 
what a bop, what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a 
bop, bop pop.

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

He's taken in hand
Led by his favourite band
Mumbles as he dances
In a crumbling gang

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a 
parking lot, our loot spread out, an even glop, our 
eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every 
single one of us, in our hapless condition that we made 
ourselves, in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our 
bodies drop, when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm 
stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops 
STOP!