Blue Girl / Pink Socks / Black Gag

It's not a sin
to mix in a little sex
with your sales pitch
It seems capitalists
are in need of a little de-fib,
a seizure fit
Like the E.C.T.
they push on our captive breed
We're nothing but bells and whistles
on the console of a death machine
painted Green.
Set fire to the flag.
She's bound and gagged.
We're bangin' the new girls
into the gang tonight
sinkin' our fangs in
and hangin' em upside-down
to drain white
knee-slappin'
self-satisfaction
is American terrorism,
vampirism
a culture,
a colony of parasitic organisms
collected into a Section-8 petri-dish
The prepubescent public's
science project
has got failure written all over it