Head Tick

Take another bag You have so many They are filled with shit That smells like when you were Sweet and jaundiced Whatcha gonna save for? Tell me what you'd tank for! Whatcha gonna cry for? Tell me what you'd break for! You have no face I have no case So let's grab a slab of Beyond Meat and shove it Right into your holes and holes I'll take a swig Better rest that cataract That nice, fat hackneyed scab Your Head! Tick! Digging through your scalp flakes Just let it get plump and take It's either my face or your labour Wry neck day is almost here so Bring in the man-buns and unlicked cub brats Swipe your cards and your babies Don't forget to turn the stove off While you're at it, cut your nose off Whatcha gonna save for? Whatcha gonna save for? Tell me what you'd tank for! Tell me what you'd tank for! Whatcha gonna cry for? Whatcha gonna cry for? Tell me what you'd die for! Tell me what you'd die for! All our sad friends Greasing their little schemes and argot Running around talking shit and hacking foul claps Breaking bucks on minimalist rot rods Sobbing about wet bags and lab rats and All their little things! All their little thing! All their little things Oh, the Cumsumption