Drown your thoughts with J.B.
No need to hide your attitude Scrambled thoughts, now scrambled eggs Your nostrils caked and gustened
Floating in your cosmic sewer Of love, peace and horse manure You decide to hitch a ride with Captain Kaos on pesticide Fill your head with empty thoughts Of mistletoe and sugar plum demons Stoke the furnance, the flame glows brighter Laughing as your face grows whiter
No need to hide your solitude Building your own arsenal