I need something ultraclean Plastic strap around the meat man, cutting off his will to die The moment looks inside us all, but time is fast and so am I I need something ultraclean, something with a twist Turn the future into the past so I don't exist Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance Anger takes the short cut, cuts his soul with Coca-Cola Tears are anger's alibi, here's his chance to get colder I need something ultraclean, something with a twist Turn the future into the past so I don't exist Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance I need something ultraclean
