I went fishin' with a hammer and sickle
And a bone crusher attached to a pickle
I snuck into the nest, pulled a pin from my vest
Started suckin' on that juicy little trickle

Why should we change this world today?
(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)
When we can smash 'em at will or let 'em decay?
(Those young fragile eggshell minds)
We'll keep them well-fed with our poisionous crumbs
(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)
And they'll keep their heads up our ass to see where our shit comes from
(Those young fragile eggshell minds)

We're gonna make 'em bleed! (breed?)
We're gonna make 'em cede! (seed?)

I chopped the head off of Mother Goose
Let the jailbirds all out on the loose
Oh so pretty and young and so very well hung
When they're swayin' on up there in the noose

Let's give 'em an inch and then take a mile
(Those young fragile eggshell minds)
And plant buck on the teeth of their naive smiles
(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)
We'll explain it away as a new disease
(Those young fragile eggshell minds)
As we genetically create nodding heads that say please
(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)


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