He's runnin' on a tuff gnarl in his head
He's got a fatal erection home in bed
He's really smart and he's really fast
He's got a hard tit killer fuck in his past
Saints preserve us in hot young stuff
The saving grace is a sonic pig pile Amazing grazing, strange and raging
Flies are flarin' through your brains
Spastic flailin' literally raisin' my roof An adrenal mental man-tool box
Explodes in music creates Utopia
You gnarl out on my nerves
You weird and crush the cranking raunch Flesh dirt forcefield lost and found
Let's burn your broken heart
Set our sights on sights not yet set
Let's scorch your wavo wig Let's poke your eyes out