You call yourself the Moral Majority. We call ourselves the people in the real world. Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive. God must be dead if you're alive.
I finally found a job in a paper. Movin' barrels at a chemical plant. There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers. Goin' up my nose and into my lungs. It's the kepone poisoning - Minamata.
In a desperate mind. Little gardens grow. They grow very wide. They grow very tall. . Why am I alive. Urban Wonderland. By the fence I stand. In and out of hand.
We got a drug. we're gonna try it out on you. won't make you die. it'll getcha just a little bit sick. [chorus]. got a head cold. got a chest cold. and it's three days old.
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park. See the fat kids spill their pop. Oh babeālots of flags and balloons. But someone sabotaged the rollercoaster last night.