Come and get me out of this town oh now

Come and save me

Come and rescue me from this giant

hotel full of bones and babies

Take a look at yourself

A look that will sell

Call your aunt about

the tea she abandoned

Yeah, while she placed

him in a can in Candem

It's the same as any day now

E cept your teeth are falling

out and you're going upstairs

Yeah, you're going upstairs

It's an upstairs harmony

And when you get there you can

write a song to keep you company

There are good things

There are no things to eat

And tonight we're eating meat

Goody goody goody

There's a couple of things

I should tell you about

That the fuckers wouldn't sell

'Cause they're too cheap to tell

It's the men who feed on human beings

And they dottle about

With their bellies hanging out

You can wash their fingers

But they never leave

You can bite your tongue

But it turns them on

And when you're ready to go

They'll pinch at your sides

And they'll make you recite

Brilliant songs about the symphony

I hate this

And I hate their trees

And their yards that they wrap with

and their plastics in the greens

And their white houses

And goddamn white teeth

And the chemical stress on

the hair that they squeeze

I hate this s

And the brats that they breed

And the air that they breathe

And they hated me

And they hated me

And they hated me

And they hated me

And they hated me

Well then they ate me

And then they ate me

And they thought I was tasty

Well then they ate me

And then they ate me

And they thought I was tasty

Well then they ate me

And then they ate me

And they thought I was tasty

Well then they ate me

And then they ate me

they thought I was tasty

they thought I was tasty

they thought I was tasty

they thought I was tasty