The last survivor of a boiled crap Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage cla**es With the crutches of frogs Don't be confused when the fuse is up And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup When the cup is filled you can run and be k**ed In the billion miles of the muscles that build Radiation Feeling the force Karaoke Vomiting morons The scalps of zero hair on the call Rubbing in a blind man's running mall With the canker sores and the robot pants Throwing imbeciles on the window sills It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage cla**es With the crutches of frogs Frogs! Frogs! Frogs!