Minus

The last survivor of a boiled crown

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 glasses

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 killed

In the billion miles

Of the muscles that build

Radiation

Feeling the force

Karaoke

Vomiting morons

The scalps of zero hear the call

Rubbing in a blind man's running hall

With the canker sores and the robot pill

Throwing imbeciles on the window sills

It's a sensation

A bankrupt corpse

In the garbage glasses

With the crutches of frogs

Frogs, frog