Lucky Kit-Kat spent
Trying to scrape a buck for rent
At the peep show pad
Where dorsal dolls all finish fast
We can make it work
Pay our debts to teenage twerps
We can make it work
If we wear our belly shirts
But you'll get no respect
Unless a ninja of the neck
Sapphic as you were
Post-apocalyptic squirt
Purring like a pet
Soiling all the suitcases
We can make it work
If you wear your belly shirt
But I can't
No, I can't
Blast through that
Shark you hanged
Keep stomp
All right
As a dog, I thought I'd be
Eating out ant hills in the leaves
Dead at least, ugly undead
Bite down sisters
Bitter endings
Mirror, mirror on the floor
Which witch here's a bigger bore?
I'm not cool and I won't ever
Masturbate to that endeavor
Like the world needs other folks
"Just the blues," the dead would croak