All language is made up, a poisonous habit we teach the young
Give words meaning like, tears and moans and sticks and stones
What's mine is yours
Your God ain't the right religion
What you do to your body, it's our decision
What you call yourself, it's our decision
It's a double standard with a double vision
Oh, I don't mind, have a slice of Lemming Pie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll put you in a will, if you pay my funeral bill
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, I'm not one to make up my mind
But for argument's sake, let's take a look at your side
Your heavenly father, is he and him right?
Is the Lord really packing one that he busts in the sky?
Okay, okay, you've heard enough from me
I'll just go back to my production, cut, paste, copy
Oh, put some distortion on this and some delay
Oh shit, I just spilled my coffee
Oh, I don't mind, have a slice of Lemming Pie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll set my sight to kill, if you pay my studio bill
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, I don't mind, have a slice of Lemming Pie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll put you in the will, if you pay my funeral bill
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