I never got laid in a limosine
’til I was twenty
I never signed my name to a jumbo jet
’til they loved me for your money
’til they loved you for their money

My hands
Molded to fit your skin-head wig
Under that crown, you’re just a skull with meat on it
My fingers
Molded to wrap ’round these sticks
stretched out like a snarehead, come on, let’s beat on it

A lil’ beef, a lil’ pork, a little water
A lil’ salt, a lil’ corn syrup
Solids who once screamed “hoo-wee, ain’t we glad to
make our contribution to humanity”
A little sodium nitrate, sodium nitrate, sodium nitrate, sodium nitrate
I wanna cleanse your sick soul from the neck down
Nothing to gained here in this poison oasis
Spraying ’til the bugs drown (3X)

My feet
Bound and stretched to a seven-foot frame
Under that skin, I feel the bugs crawling ‘long –
My veins
Wrapped around your glass muller
Powdered, laid out out on a cold, cold slab,
let’s mix it up

Seventeen parts carbon, a lil’ oil
Seventeen parts hydrogen, a lil’ pigment
Oxygen, two parts carbon
Three parts hydrogen, oxygen (twice)
A little sodium nitrate, oxygen nitrate, sodium nitrate, oxygen nitrate
I wanna cleanse your needle from the horsehair down
Nothing to gained here in this poison oasis
Spraying ’til the bugs drown (3X)

My hands, my fingers, my feet, my veins

©1993 VOLSAP Music, Amsterdam