My face is lubricated Molten lava fill your face with gasoline Kegs are roasting with the wind whipping my teeth ??? temperature Furniture?? I walked around without my teeth s**ing on gangrene?? Blowing down?? ???? I don't know where you are By the way I am dying with my freedom I got me spinach, riding the biscuits ??? ?? rolling in the sky Then we picked out some fish out of the trash And then we grilled them until they were charred, burnt I just seen a big ol' piece of meat in the kitchen And I bit off my foot and then I ran Ran, ran, ran, ran, ran Crawling, I'm tired of crawling! And I am bleeding on my new suit