Had an urge to build a cage around the sun
Couldn't find a way to say no
Took a check on all the meters in my room
Kicked the dog and said let's go
The clouds were hanging low above the pad
Four of my arms upon the sun dial
Pimped my baby into yankin' Satan's crank
Burn deals with a thin smile
Pushing up and pushing down against the sky
Look those muscles 'round my torso
Fourth dimension of smiles, strokes and knives
This little piggy's gotta go, go
To live and blow all of that piss into your heart
You got veins of iron baby
Oh man i'd say this egg is way too hot
Lay on a rock and split open, Oh yeah
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And all the lies that you tell me
All the lies I tell myself
They're all greased up in curn now,
They can screw themselves in hell
You gotta know where this is heading,
Let the sun cook me alive
I'm a king bee fuckin' Cyclops, wet my horn,
Burn my hive
So in the end I had a cage around the sun
Works pretty horny if I do say
The dog is dead and the sacrifice is done
All in all a pretty good day
The ocean parts and the meteors come down
Laid out in amber baby
Fate c'mon and slap me in the head
Punch the switch arivaderci
Writer(s): David Wyndorf
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