Anti-depressive Delivery - Voyage Of No-brain Discovery Lyrics

Your face a laxative pill, got to do number two
Goofy's a shining intellectual; that's compared to you
Hair so gliddery, eyes so wheedling
Zero worth of contents; think shit just hit the pan

Never did a day's work, nursing your bedsore
Aspired by a paper pulp, still eager to bore
Crazed for a record-breaking that takes the cake
A world-champion of low life, should be burned on a stake

Your face a laxative pill, got to do number two
Goofy's a shining intellectual; that's compared to you
Hair so gliddery, eyes so wheedling
Zero worth of contents; think shit just hit the pan

Trepanning, imperial section, voyage of no-brain discovery

Trepanning, imperial section, voyage of no-brain discovery
A Portable Void-box, In the disguise as a skull