Vanity Fair

Mr. Bungle

You're not human

You're a miracle

A preacher with an animal's face



In your sexy

Neon smokescreen

Lie the supersalesmen of vanity



Even your shadow worships you

In your jungle solitude



With the orgies of the sacrament

And the seal of flagellants



God saves those who save their skin

From the bondage that we're in



I'm elated

I could cut you

And remove the sheath of your ignorance



Bless the eunuch

And the skoptsi

Will you hurt me now and make a million?

Say cheese, baby

We all love you

But it's a cheap world and you don't exist...



Slit the fabric of the right now

Spread your legs and wear the crown



Tell me how long, lord, how long?

Till I get my beauty sleep?



Now the hourglass is empty

The moment of my de-sexing



Cut it

Cut it

Cut this cancer from my soul



Now that I've made it...

I'm finally naked...