Cut off my tongue, and turn it to dog meat
Give it to the hobo, give him words to eat
Everybody thinks I've got new ideas
So funny when I always see you here.
Too many flesh suppers keep distressing me,
I buy them in bulk, I watch them go green
Everybody thinks I'm a fucking chump
I fall to the floor with a kick to the gut.
I'll go for liver and you go for brains,
Chew it up, it's human and tastes all the same,
Everybody thinks I'm a monolith.
So funny when West Street girlies dance like this.