New Zealand Lamb

I plot your rubric scarab
I steal your satellite
I want your wife to be my
Baby tonight, baby tonight

Pay me, I’ll be your surgeon
I’d like to pick your brain
Capture you, inject you
Leave you kneeling in the rain, kneeling in the rain

 I’d like to be your blue-eyed horseshoe
I’d like to be your emerald horny toad
I’d like to do it to your daughter on a dirt road


And then I’d spend your ransom money
But still, I keep your sheep
I’d peel the mask you’re wearing
And then rob you of your sleep, rob you of your sleep

Totally Corrupt

The Judicious Eye

Education In Reverse