He`s running on a tuff gnarl in his head
He`s got a fatal erection home in bed
He`s really smart and he`s really fast
He`s got a hard tit killer fuck in his past
Saints preserve us in hot young stuff
The saving grace is a sonic pig pile
Amazing grazing strange and raging
Flies are flaring through your brains
Spastic flailing literally raising my roof
An adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
You gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch
Flesh dirt forcefield lost and found let`s burn your broken heart
Set our sight on sights not yet set let`s scorch your wavo wig
Let`s poke your eyes out