Killing spree for the disposable moderns right now you are the plastic dolls of today slowly dismembering yourselves you are an army of decay killing
Are you all vacant toys slaughtered with you queer pigs and coked up whores sex sells pink masochist swells sheik porno working girl smells cash stash
We are the morbid and the abstract we are the breeding mammals with bad backs our messiah on the cover of magazines has a black lung an i.v. of nicotine
Suicide king i really wasn't faking all the risks i was taking i really can't stop shaking sleepwalking without waking i could be your suicide king i
I am the savior of rock 'n roll i am your electric shock control you feel me up and you feel me out i give you something to lust about deep sleep dirty
