The last survivor of a boiled crown

Another casualty with the casual frown

The janitor vandals they bark in your face

Juveniles with the piles and paste

It's a sensation

A bankrupt corpse

In the garbage classes

With the crutches of frogs(?)

Don't be confused when your fuse is up

And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup

When the cup is filled you can run and be killed

In the billion miles of the muscles that build

Radiation

Feeling the force

Karaoke

Vomiting morons

The scalps of zero hailing the call

Rubbing in a blind man's running mall(???)

With the canker sores and the robot pills

Throwing imbeciles on the window sills

It's a sensation

A bankrupt corpse

In the garbage classes

With the crutches of frogs(?)

Frogs!

Frogs!

Frogs