All autistic artists are lining up
With songs they can't sing, they can't sing enough
Their painting pictures of all the pictures they took
Your swimming smile is my sinking look
When freshly shaved, their behavior is best
At worst, they're bearded with a fist for a chest
No one really bathes right anymore
Those thirty second showers never get into your pores
If you go to work dirty, you're bound to do some dirty work
All subversive suburbanites have set their sights on the city
They'll be spit out by sunrise
There's already too much to swallow
You're form is too easy to follow
We've got tools for every trade, but only shovels come in handy at the shit parade
Our pitched fits, the missed hits by misfits
Just push play and wait through the tape hiss
You'll hear something soon enough
We can't sing enough
Hey, if you've got a thumb
I guess you'll want a gun
Please be careful of your feet