Broken bones my Silvertone flying machine
Insect shells don't work very well in the heat
Well who fucked in the garden while we were asleep?
I'm sorry god but I am the one who tried to eat all the bees
Yeah well which sick sinner ate the other one for dinner?
The spring is the fall and the summer is the winter

yeah but I'm still gettin' splinters
I'm still gettin' with her

Sell your soul to telephone transmitted disease
You get high and humans multiply when we breathe
Broken condom well I don't even want him
Throw him in the trash and forget you ever saw him

Yeah forget those things you bought
Oh forget I ever got him
You can take, you can take him
And saw him in half

And you can take what you want from the dirt
Fill your hands with crickets and fill your mouth
With pink little worms
Well this whole system always has a victim
Somebody get me a nurse 'cause I have every symptom
Wait 'till Christmas and fuck him from a distance
The pit of the peach, and the fruit of your existance

She believes in the power of crystals
And the moon and the stars
She pulls the skin off my body and chews it up
I swear it drips out of her mouth
Out her mouth

She's so pretty
She's from the city
She don't wanna kiss me
She
Oh She
Oh She, Oh I don't wanna be
She's pretty
Oh you know she's pretty
She don't wanna kiss me

-frog noises w/ british narrator-