Lyrics Whale - TOR

Whoops, I′ve stepped on a frazel
Happy Meal with a side order of fetish porn
Sleaze McBurger
McChildren see McPorn at McDs
McFilters can't stop McFetish fucking filth
Have you any idea what time it is?
None
If he knew I was a girl would it really make a difference
My head don′t send me no candles no more
Scrambled egg all over the floor
No caffeine, no booze and no salt
The pressure's too high, it's got to come down
But what′s wrong with a few red blood cells rushing around
Leather bullshit
But how long did they spend painting on your tits
It′s just window dressing I suppose
But what windows
Two pounds of chicken in half a pound skin
Tuck it in? Don't tuck it in?
Should be easy enough
All the fluid I′ve drunk
Bury his bones and harvest his meat
We've got hungry inuits to feed