LYRIC



Like a kangaroo with AIDS
Like a pussy on roller-blades
Like a maggot with two tattoos
Like a skinhead who sings the blues
What do you know?

When it’s time to calibrate the paper weight
Like a chocolate tower made with hate

Going skiing in Iran
Bringing my recorder as I step across the border
And I lost my luggage in shadowland
What can you do?

Over my dead head

You will never be alive until you take your
First dive into knick-knack, skylacks, carjacks, hacks and smokestacks
Now it’s time to calibrate your fate

Like a Buddha filled with rage
Like a turtle that’s underage
How do you do?

When it’s time to calibrate the paper weight
Like a chocolate tower made with hate

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