Collect your novel petals for the stem
Eviscerate your fragile frame
And spill it out on the ragged floor
A thousand different versions of yourself
And if the old guard still offend
They got nothing left on which you depend
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life
Just put yourself in my new hooves
And see that I do what I do
Because the old guard still offend (their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)
They've got nothing left on which we depend
To swallow anything you despise