Come and get me outta 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 teeth she abandoned

Yeah, well, she placed them in a can and canned 'em

It's the same as any day now

Except 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 good 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 being

And they dawdle about, with their bellies hanging out

You can wash your 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 their skin and I hate their trees

And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens

And their white houses, the goddamn white teeth

And the chemicals drenched on the hair that they squeeze

I hate their sex 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

But 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

And they thought I was tasty

Thought I was tasty

Thought I was tasty

Thought I was tasty