Lyrics

[Verse 1] You looking at a cock-eyed skitz Anybody wanna try to rock like this? They can't, they get my cock, my fist My blood, my glitz my sanity HOLY CALAMITY Test the jester with the voodoo dolls Better get the stretcher when I chew through walls They'll be coming to identify the body with a bunch of paramedics And a regiment of never ending enemas They giving in abundance All the sycophants are wondering so insignificantly In a fucking daze, you lessened in control and it's killing me Now it's suppressing my vulnerability I sure just like invading space In circa nineteen eighty-eight The turpentine just made me faint But purple ice cream tasted great, wait! [HOOK] Someone please remove me from this earth I would rather rot until I died upon this earth You should not have wiped away the filthy after-birth Nail a pair of wings to me and I'll depart the earth Someone please remove me from this god-forsaken earth I would rather rot until I died upon this earth You should not have wiped away the filthy after-birth Nail a pair of wings to me and I'll depart the earth by earth [Verse 2] I speak the fire sing language, I dance like a spider-spined aphid (aphid aphid) I speak the fire sign language, I dance like a spider-spined aphid That's aimless at making anguish like a dangerous sadist Relaying the dead-pan abrasiveness I play shows for radio head fans and waitresses (and I liked the first radio head album, so chew on that) Damn Since the days they was hand-piking slaves Man smitten with an antenna transmittin' waves Now to the canned chicken glaze gettin' televised praise Like our vegetables doused in pesticide sprays A bunch of petrified gays that can't get married with the laws And ancillary little flaws Expect an ice age I do my best for five days And make $8.50 I'm getting out of this mice cage y'all break with me [HOOK] Someone please remove me from this earth I would rather rot until I died upon this earth You should not have wiped away the filthy after-birth Nail a pair of wings to me and I'll depart the earth Someone please remove me from this god-forsaken earth I would rather rot until I died upon this earth You should not have wiped away the filthy after-birth Nail a pair of wings to me and I'll depart the earth by earth