All aboard, the ride goes faster,
being driven by the spooky bastard,
look left, dirt infested
living large with death invested

Gung ho, mr. murder
could be a while but you look no further
snip, snip, scissor quickstep
cut the line, you are out of your depth

Bring home the bacon bastard
a meaty fringe in a leather casket
fuck that - I eat my offspring
hang myself on a leather heartstring

Flick flick, another station
listen hard but I'm losing patience
another aim, absurdist brainwash
another bent pair of scissor defects

Here baby - I'm out to get you
a broken heart in a broken test tube
a virus scare for those who care
don't look alive cos you'll go nowhere

Cut the page from the new york times
see I'm not so bad after all
you'll never get held in my outstretched arms
cos I won't catch you when you fall
pull the trigger at your picnic table
take the scissors from your baby doll
you'll never get to heaven with a face like that
and I won't catch you when you fall