Somewhere I can see a ship
That don't carry contraband
And mines that only produce my gold
Not blow up in my hand
There's broccoli that hasn't been
Sprayed by chemicals
And ceilings - oh the ceilings
That don't smell of asbestos
I can see the shit
That don't seep through my pipes
I can see a baby
Washed in acid handiwipes
Tylenol with Cyanide
What a lovely treat
And Ralph Nader maniacally sweeping cigs
Into my hot dog meat
Potato in your tailpipe
A condom on your dick
Detergent in my lemonade
Go on boy take a sip
Fence between our yard
Making sure we keep apart
Lovely lovely cholesterol
Racing through your heart
Give cancer to the rats
So we don't get it ourselves
Straight jacket for a crazy mouse
Locked in a padded cell
Maze with electric shock
Try to get out my front door
Touch my paw up to the lock
Fall twitching to the floor
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