I don't need your acusations

second rate abomination

your heart is degenerating

your "love mix" needs new combination



with the fire of love

burns the flames of hate

capable of opposites

never knowing which

you're going to get

today, to bury, to die



and what's your body glitter?

you need a stoned sitter

you hate only New York litter

and what's your body glitter?



canned peaches and my brain

is not my own

I sing the puppets song of being free

controlled by a string

with an acters voice

never talking 'bout

subject choice

despair in sing song voice



wooden whipping boy

knock on wood

knock on me



and what's your body glitter?

you need a stoned sitter

you hate only New York litter

and what's your body glitter