They were playing "Lord of the Flies" again
Sprinting nude and slamming doors
Charcoal-bedecked cavity chest
You drop filthy five filthy ten in the box
They were playing "Lord of the Flies" again
Sprinting nude and slamming doors
I stood in quiet estimation of a rabbitboy loincloth neighbor
Charcoal-bedecked cavity chest
Yodeling "It's my way or the high way"
"It's my way or the high way, baby"