Of all the boys living in your body,
The one I love, I never get to see.
He's hiding out of sight down on his knees
In a crowded room
Thick with black balloons.
You sold your wallet and you sold your gun
And got your species-change operation.
Now you're no longer just a human
In a bear costume
With bear sh** perfume.
So eat my guts up in the hills
Like you hate them, like they hate you still.
Just give me that one little thrill:
A d**h that I can sing to sell
On my way to hell.
(Oooh, you got a lot of nerve for someone with no spine.
Oooh, we're gonna die on Earth, but that might still be fine.)