Diet Cola Syringe

Doctor please

Rolling up my sleeve

'cause I got to got to

Make it fit.

Push it through my frontal lobe

A frozen smile

Is what I need.

Diet cola syringe

Diet cola syringe

Those Kellogg kids, those hairy pets.

That homogeneous shine, so pure.

Sister placebo is giving birth again

To mongoloid children, in the heartland

Of the middle west.

(a-ha)

Mister please,

Help me sir

'cause I got to got to

Get employment

Putting pimentos in olive loafs

Good hard cash

Is what I need.

Diet cola syringe

Diet cola syringe

That video

That commercial

That candidate

Look the same.

Sister placebo is touching me again.

Making photocopies and crashing wall street

With the Brooklyn dead.

(a-ha)