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 classes. With the crutches of frogs(?). Don't be confused when your 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 hailing the call. Rubbing in a blind man's running mall(???). With the canker sores and the robot pills. Throwing imbeciles on the window sills. It's a sensation. A bankrupt corpse. In the garbage classes. With the crutches of frogs(?). Frogs!. Frogs!. Frogs!. (?).