I'm a putrid pewter statuette
of a lion lyin' down with a lamb
and the future looks bright
when viewed in the light of the past
but the strongest things must fail and break down
and cry in their rooms at the Rehab Hotel
but I don't wanna go to rehab I said "no, no, no."

Fuck it's cold in the winter
outside lyin' naked in the snow
breathing out the lead and coal in your bloodstream
I think it's time for me to leaf
like a lovely autumn tree
I'll spread my seed freely
I'll mediate the countries meetings
with my pure beauty
hemorraging my children all across the forest floor

Uncle Sam isn't listening to you anymore.
he's the one always dirty because he can't choose between a bath and a shower
I'll fucking strip him bare and blast him with sand and flour
goddammit.