The last survivor of a boiled crap Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste
It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the crutches of frogs
Don't be confused when the fuse is up And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup When the cup is filled you can run and be killed In the billion miles of the muscles that build
Radiation Feeling the force Karaoke Vomiting morons
The scalps of zero hair on the call Rubbing in a blind man's running mall With the cancer sores and the robot pants Throwing imbeciles on the window sills
It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the crutches of frogs
