A rusty mass of machinations
Maybe I'd have kept my mouth shut and done something today
I want to blame my heritage for my leisurely demise
I want to be someone separate from me
Still I'm vying for the right vaccination
If there's one thing I've learned in this chemical world
Everybody wants to be Dominique
Certain I've found at least a temporary cure
I want to have a sustained feeling
I make a masterful selection like Louis Pasteur
If they'd give me a shovel in this communication age
It's very very very very very little is pure
Everybody wants to wear the cleats
I want to blame democracy and it's inherent lies
I try to skedaddle but my gluefoot is fixed
And fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside
My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it
Drop kick my unscrewed lid
My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it
