See that cat?
Yeah, I do mean you.
She’s got a TV eye on me.
She’s got a TV eye.

The sky is a canvas
paint it with greed,
paint it with oil, yeah, paint it with drain.
**** paradise for a parking lane.

Shoot to ****.
Shoot the bird flying the sea.
Do it for fun, don’t do it for me
even though I am hungry.
Do it for fun, don’t do it for me.

Chrome veins twitch,
static twitching in the ditch.
Neon god with a cigarette lip
burns holes in the ozone slip.

She walks like a car crash
slow-mo flash,
glass in her smile and blood in her lash.
Radioactive glamour trash.

Rat race dinner plate,
serve it cold, seal the fate.
Eat the rich with a spork,
and chase it down with molten torque.

Skull full of bees,
heartbeat like a drum machine freeze.
Yeah, baby’s got a Rust Belt kiss
and a chainsaw tongue that hisses bliss.

Preach from a pulpit made of lead,
baptize me in melted meds.
Hell is a mirror
I see the light.
It’s a lit cigarette
on the tongue of a dog.

The dog is filthy.
He's what you think you are.
He follows me wherever I climb.
He follows me with pride.
He’s from Hell.
He’s from Hell.
He’s from Hell.
He belongs in Hell.