Just give me cancer, with a side of
Pyro, for 5.20, please
In a box, in a zip, in a bag
Flick and I trace the flames
A child at the candy store
Not with her, not with them
With you idiots pocketing
The same brand
I guess it says a lot about you
About anyone, the type you like
Long enough and you know
You know it all
But we're young, and we'll have
What we can get our grubby
Shiny palms on
Reeking of it all
We're just like
Cows in their pasture
