Once in a while, it's like I'm back at the corner store

9 years old, and a mouthful of glassy sugar

Which cut my tongue, showed the blood to all my friends

It tasted so good, chewed holes through my mouth

Holes through my mouth

Nowadays, nowadays, nowadays

I know better than to eat their filth

I'm a whole new man

O a wholesome organic local vegan diet

Last year I met a 40 year old man named Ramon in a bar

And I did cocaine with him in the bathroom of that bar

I cut my nose, got a bloody nose

I'm tellin' all my friends, tellin' all my friends

Edge of the train platform, cursing the [?] down my shit phone

Casually inchеs from death

I heard Coke's pulling somе shit in Colombia

And Diet Coke's got cancer causing aspartame

Think I'm gonna switch to Coke Zero, Coke Zero

Casually inches from death

My body, my temple, my love stable and pure

My house sterile with bleach and my people

Spread our vision through the world

Spread spread spread like cells through my body

My body, my temple, my love stable and pure

My house sterile with bleach and my people

Spread our vision through the world

Spread spread spread like cells through my body

My body, my temple, my love stable and pure

My house sterile with bleach and my people

Spread our vision through the world

Spread spread spread like cells through my body

Check out the phone, check out the phone I have

It's a Congolese corpse

The white noise from my network washes out all the sounds of a civil war (civil war)

But I'm tryin' so hard baby

I cut back on my kills

But sometimes let the horse bones slip back into my sugar pills

I could draw lines in the sand but the tide washes high in the full moon

Where you hide your corpses?

In your car? In your lunch? At your job? In your shoes? 'cause

I know everybody's got a sweet tooth

I know everybody's got a sweet tooth

Once in a while, I see I'm back at the corner store

Browsin' the aisles of delicious filth

Swishin' the sugary blood round my mouth

A willingly ignorant bliss

I'm a part of a whole, that's no better than this

Silly boy don't be so serious

Don't be such a such a such a grumpalumpalumpalump

You'll drive yourself into the looney bin

And don't let that 'stache grow Che Guevarra bushy

I'll trim it in your sleep, make it John Waters thin

'Cause if you think that consumption is the plague

You better get a vaccination

Smoke the summer cigarettes

And eat sour patch kids

'Cause even your soy shield's got blood on it

And some of those corpses that you champion

Would reanimate like zombies on Halloween

And to the sound of a Vincent Price monster poem

Savor your sugary blood