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 canker 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

 

Frogs

 

Frogs