Hey hey hey, don't forget to put that mouth into your pocket So you can maintain the evil of your diet You could build a bone toilet with the calories that roll off your shoulder It could be a monument to our eating disorders You are a virus I am no longer a host for you You got no manners in the bedroom get the jumper cables upstairs You got no manners in the bedroom get your mattress out of 5th gear I became a drunk driver to find a vaccine for immunity against your sick machine You could build a support group With the germs that you bring on vacation You buy and sell my hopes as a Wall Street patient