Vanity Fair Lyrics - California - Mr. Bungle

You're not human 

You're a miracle 

A preacher with an animal's face 

In your sexy 

Neon smokescreen 

Lie the supersalesmen of vanity 

Even your shadow worships you 

In you jungle solitude 

With the orgies of the sacrament 

And the seal of flagellants 

God saves those who save their skin 

From the bondage that we're in 

I'm elated 

I could cut you 

And remove the sheath of your ignorance 

And the skoptsi 

Bless the eunuch 

Will you hurt me now and make a million? 

Say cheese, baby 

We all love you 

But it's a cheap world and you don't exist... 

Slit the fabric of the right now 

Spread your legs and wear the crown 

Tell me how long, lord, how long? 

Till I get my beauty sleep? 

The moment of my de sex-ing 

Now the hourglass is empty 

Cut it 

Cut this cancer from my soul 

Cut it 

Now that I've made it... 

I'm finally naked