Sounds like an orgy and it ain't German either,
like jabbing a cop or dashing with a cleaver.
Stinkface on your face in your face raw,
cry all night, so you whine and bawl.
And it's a catalyst rolling upon your grave,
the slaves behave like yesterday's sun rays.
Old dirty boy is talking some trash,
don't really realize what time it is to kick your ass.
smooth and wonderful, feels like silk,
everybody's getting drunk off choklutmylk.

Steam's raising high off the pavement,
shut the hell up, now that's what I meant.
Touching demons from the great beyond,
the tip is the trick of the magic wand.
And like the grand canyon, full of bodies,
murdering suspects, now there's a hobby.
Cults and clubs and satanic filth,
bags of bones that smell so real.
Lovely thing, it feels like silk,
come on get drunk off choklutmylk.

Strawberries, no, don't get me started,
from the man in the land who's dearly departed.
Why make sense in a world of confusion,
bonded together like atoms and fusion.
Incorrect, the fact is left to be,
what we all think we hear is not what we see.
Contradiction, better off on the pension,
we have a mission and we have to get with it.
Two boys kissing, damn that's sickening,
turn on the news and when you start listening.
The things we do aren't as bad as they seem,
the swearing and the cussing just feels like a dream.
It's still soft to the hand, feels like silk,
let's all get trashed off choklutmylk.