MOG

In the garbage glasses
Juveniles with the piles and paste
With the crutches of frogs
When the fuse is up
A bankrupt corpse
Don't be confused
Rubbing in a blind man's running hall

A bankrupt corpse
Karaoke
Feeling the force
It's a sensation
It's a sensation

Radiation

With the crutches of frogs
In the garbage glasses
The scalps of zero hear the call
The janitor vandals they bark in your face

You can run and be killed
In the billion miles
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills

And you're taking a leak
With the canker sores and the robot pill

Of the muscles that build
Into your brother's cup
Vomiting morons
When the cup is filled