Sweat drips into gasoline pipes, the Burning in my stomach causing Noxious fumes clouding the sky, as Acid rains down on my tongue, while Chewing on black rubber, but Don't swallow your sorrows, remember Steer clear of the profits, that Promise a better tomorrow, see The fruit of knowledge is bittersweet And all of these people gotta eat, so We'll carve through the rock and blood Black skeletons soaking in sin To keep our treats in refrigeration There's little man hasn't already done.