You're sitting in your comfort
You don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection
from the way that I feel
Your progressive hypocrites
hand out their trash
but it was mine in the first place
so I'll burn it to ash
And I've tasted, all the strongest meats
And laid them, down in coloured sheets
Laid them down, in coloured sheets
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets
Whit your mainline connection
Connection
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!