who are you to tell me what to do with my organs?
because
the more i pour down my throat
the less i think of you
and
with another hand on my mouth
i finally get to enjoy the nightlife

and you sat back and sighed
"oh how i love my job
how i love my job
how i love my job!"
there is nothing
so senseless
to hold my jaw

this would have never happened
if they only thought about the children

I dont understand the amount of time it takes to blend in with a sea of slow moving gravel,
or the lowered expectancy of their life spans
they came here for sloppy seconds
so we gave them something real to squeal about