OH SHIT

NOW I GOTTA SING AHAHA

PUT THE MATTRESS ON FIRE IN YOUR HEAD

WHERE'S YOUR MORAL MIRROR MISSION WHEN YOUR KING IS DEAD?

ALWAYS BAD. THE WEATHER AHEAD. SINGER OF THE BLACK CATS.

PORN UNDERGROUND CRUSADES ME WHEN I'M SINGING SO SAD

HOLLER LIKE LENIN SINGIN MEXICAN JAZZ

ALWAYS SO NEGATIVE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU

YOU LIKE, JESUS, YOU WANNA SAY YOU LITTLE BASTARD YOU

I WANNA MAKE IT EASY BUT I GUESS YOU HAD YOUR FUN NOW

LISTEN TO THE SHAMAN AS HE SUMMONS YOU TO JUNGLE

DRAWING PAPER ON SPIRAL IS FUN Y'ALL

WHEN I DIG I DIG REAL DEEP

I DIG THROUGH THE TUNNEL OF YOUR BEAUTY SLEEP

SWIM IN YOUR SLUMBER I'M MR. PLATYPUS.

NICE TO KILL YOU MR. OCTOPUS

WITH THE MACHINE THEY CUT THE PLANET NOW THEY THINK THEY CAN DO IT TO THE SUN. YEAH

WITH THE GHOST THAT I'M MARRIED TO I'M GONNA CHOOSE TO SETTLE DOWN NO MORE

HAPPY WEATHER IS GONNA KILL ME

WHILE THE WHALE IS CHEWING FAT WITH ME

NOW THE SAILOR IS TALKING TO ME

HOW YOU GONNA MAKE YOUR MONEY MAN?

DON'T KNOW THE SPIRIT GOES. I ASKED THE GHOST. I CHECKED THE COAST.

THE QUEEN OF THE ICE MACHINE TRY TO PUT THE NATURE ON THE BRINK OF ELIMINATION

FANTASIES AREN'T FULFILLING A BUS OF FEELING

AN EDUCATION OF ELECTRIC BIRDCAGE

BLAH BLAH BLAH?