Slut races have become this year's most prominent fad I'm jumping up for this pure water, low in sodium Maybe more years, but I'm not digging this little can I'm a race race killer with this annoying sound dragging on On, on, on and on Morrison reflections, looking at the colors on the fridge On, on, on and on The last time that I spill my berries on the floor is when we're calling for Superman Love these smiling mouses with their big fat bellies spinning on the floor. They're laughing so hard at me while I step on ants on the ground playing Godzilla while I am so overdone with these eggs on the counter with the sun shining through the window onto the very middle of it making what I thought would work, but it really didn't work Wow, it didn't really work at all And I'm trying to avoid these cliché things, but then I see the top of the crowd when I'm standing on my toes, and they're all looking, but they really don't seem to care in the end. And I'm trying to wonder if I should really put this trouble in this thing that I always try to put this trouble into Not worth putting the trouble into I won't put the trouble in you Because I like to eat what I like, And do what I like Do what I like Believe what I like And use my eyes the way I like But everything I say is run through this monitor A monitor of dumbed down logic Zero reason Push me into single season Laughing at the Godzilla games I used to play When I was a boy playing in the sun all day Everybody thinks I'm this sane little geetar Jesus hating Satanist trying to go too far Just to push some buttons And to grab all the attention, But I'm just thinking and responding when I'm asked.