And here where I live
There's a lotta big pebbles and twigs
Your neurotypical, ass kissin', coin' flippin' businesses
Ya went and tore that banner down
Just to feel a little different than the crowd
Sheep lack willingly the wit to bleed around the sheets
The glue didn't stick
There's gotta be some tape or somethin'
Your bizarre obsession with knowin' all corrections for all one's possessions
The sickness clearly went to your head
Now your money's gone
Your fish are dead
Your house a wreck
What else have you got left?