You’re as fast as a fox
And as loose as a whore
The frozen fuck,
Floating in midair
I hate you so much,
I hate you less than I hate myself
And I hate myself more
Than most people hate Hitler
A nightmare in your jammies,
You peed your bed
While eating the bowl of cheese you Mom made for you
It won’t keep here, It won’t keep here
Do you remember that cracker that you father gave you?
It’s not yours
It’s sooo mine
I wish you were three years old,
Worshipping a headless skull
(you’ve got long legs there, runner)
Fuck the corporate whores
Space Ghost rip off, (The Blue Monkey)
Imagine any restaurant, Park Ave, nine at night
I’ll be there, I’ll be there
--John Morton and Rob Busher