He's running on a tuff gnarl in his head

he's got a fatal erection home in bed

he's really smart and he's really fast

he's got a hard tit killer fuck in his past

saints preserve us in hot young stuff

the saving grace is a sonic pig pile

amazing grazing strange and raging

flies are flaring through your brains

spastic flailing literally raising my roof

an adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia

you gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch

flesh dirt forcefield lost and found let's burn your broken heart

set our sight on sights not yet set let's scorch your wavo wig

let's poke your eyes out