drag him out your window, dragging out the dead, singing "i miss you," snakes & ladders flip the lid and out pops the cracker slaps you in the head, knifes you in the neck, kicks you in the teeth, steel-toe caps take all your credit cards, get up, get gunge. get the eggs, get the flan in the face, the flan in the face, the flan in the face, dance you fucker, dance you fucker, don't you dare, don't you dare, don't you... flan in the face. take it with the love that's given, take it with a pinch of salt, take it to the taxman. let me back, let me back, i promise to be good, don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize. help me, call a doctor, put me inside. put me inside, put me inside. put me inside, put me inside. i keep the wolf from the doorm but he calls me up, calls me on the phone, tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up. steal my children if i don't pay the ransom, but i'll never see 'em again if i squeal to the cops. walking like giant cranes, and with my x-ray eyes i strip you naked in a tight little world and are you on the list? stepford wives, who are we to complain? investments and dealers, investments and deals, cold wives and mistresses, cold wives and sunday papers city boys in first class don't know why we're born. someone else is gonna come and clean it up, born and raised for the job, someone always does, i wish you'd get up and go over, get up and go over and turn this tape off.
