Your head´s like a haunted house
A trutti frutti written over the caption
A misdiagnosis with-a the most-est
Cue the evil smile
Desperation can led to madness

De-de-degradation is a must
The A-B-Cs of leprosy

Need a hand take mine
We´re supreme, sublime
Fake apologize
Fucks in short supply

Too late, too sick, too young
Catgut-like reflex of the tongue
Say ´ahh´, say what
Say ´man, don´t even think about it´
Push the pesticide
Xana-dos and xana-don´ts
Latch on my cape and copulate me
Dirty trick and it´s making me sick (Urgh!)

(You okay?) I´m fine

Laughter is my friend
We´re supreme, sublime
G-g-g-goddamn cry

Tonight
I´m gonna put up a fight
I´m gonna get a reaction that I´m right
From the day
Wag my dick in his face
I demand satisfaction
For the night
To trick them all because of which is why I´m ashamed
Petty disguises more like skins, a distinction, vice
Drink the kool-aid
And swallow the pills
Say that you don´t

And you won´t but you will
Busted

Your head´s like a haunted house
Peepin´ at your mumbo jumbo
Out of sight, goin´ bump in the night
Suicide
Make my cereal so superior
And in a race for second place
Circumstances in my pants
Is calling for action
Girl, I´ll blow your mind
When you with your [?]
We´re supreme, sublime
You know I polarize