[Verse 1]
The retirement home where I once worked is now a pile of detritus
The entire [park view?] lay shin of the world has hepatitis
With a colon full of anthrax I steal myself across the border
With a sinus full of nerve gas, I can see suicide is the answer
[Hook 1]
And you're born of a jackal
Since there is nothing left of me at all
And you're born of a jackal
Since there is nothing left of me at all
[Verse 2]
The warm hand of the [ole?] gargoyle wakens me from coma
In my second puberty I [blumengarten?] of Candide
Your smallpox is a windmill, a cloud of doves emerge' from a child's skull
Your voice box is an [?], an hummingbird in a abortionist's vacuum
[Hook 2]
And you/she split hell wide open
And give 10% of your [whole pension?]
And you/she split hell wide open
And give 10% of your [whole pension?]