It's the Extra Terrestrial (mock in progress)
Sponge the A road grime from your dimples dear 500 evil lame lines flickering You are succumbing to the pixels of mental meltdown Helium Joe, Helium Joesephine bludgeon your redundent cells Extra terrestrial garbage in you Extra terrestrial garbage in you Extra terrestrial garbage in you Extra terrestrial garbage in you Bronze badger hair-dos Remortgaging houses and mansions in the name of liposuction Severe palpatations as you thought you saw Jane Middlemiss at Clapham Junction Where is Benito Mussolini when you really need him? Extra terrestrial garbage in you Extra terrestrial garbage in you Extra terrestrial garbage in you Extra terrestrial garbage in you The wraiths of laughing strangers pass quickly by Voyeuristic slops for the mentally short Shock, horror your inbox is empty again Slash your wrists your voicemail is empty Helium Joe says call this number and pay my wages, pay for my Merc, pay for my nice new shiny Merc Extra terrestrial Extra terrestrial Extra terrestrial Extra terrestrial