Remote Viewing - A Dog in the Oven Lyrics

Salutations my dear roadkill
You look like you've had a cheap haircut

You smell like your uncle
Set your bed on fire

You taste like someone left
A dog in the oven

Salutations my old panic attack
You sound like a drowning vicar

You move like
Your bones must have melted

You dance like a confused paper bag
Soaked in animal fat

Salutations my pointless pleasure
You command respect like a scrambled egg

You impress the gathered crowd
Like a lake of stale milk

You strut your stuff
Like a filthy armchair

Salutations you feral charmer
With the eyes of an ashtray

You make small talk
Like a beauty pageant lobotomy

You are everything
I aspire to be