It's a microscopic liquid subway to oblivion
A spider acid eater someway from a million
The long hair of death is spinning on the lydian
The killer's out of breath and sleazing on the simian
The man is going bald
But it's not my fault
There's arsenic in the pie
Guess who's gonna die
It's a liquid microscopic bluejay in Bolivia
A sickened psychedelic subway through millenia
The lips of blood shiver all over the sybian
The nightbird of bedtime chirping in reptilian
Don't blow the job
There's slime on the knob
You can't tickle yourself
The brains are on the shelf
It's a schizophrenic booshwah bullet to the cranium
A psychotronic ballet ticket to the stadium
The lakes of placenta filling with palladium
The rainman's raygun killing with uranium
And now it's come to this
A psychedelic fist
A slit of the wrist
Get ready for a kiss