Parallel dimensions in sun forsaken paradise
Sore heels surfing away on the butcher's blues
Spankin' rip ties are keepin' it fancy together
Drillholes all over, but the plugs are in shortage

Keep it coolin'baby, said the slaughter to the servant
Everything will be fine in a year or so
Correction of content is our main priority
The paperkiller runs overtime

We shall overcome this microwave breeze
while the pizza hut burns down
a 'pat on the head of the pet'
the birds keep a singin' inline