All the revolutionaries are revolting
and everlasting has tunred to never-ending
All the Freestone peaches have been punctured
by a hundred-thousand dirty thumbnails
Please, please,please,please,please, Mrs Zealot,
I only wanted to see what was under your dress
And now I must commend you, Mrs Zealot,
for teaching us the meaning of success
And the tactics you are using tell me that you're bruising toward a breakdown
Do your nightmares ever focus on the kids doing the benchpress down in Boy's Town?

Man it's gonna be great to get back to The Grotto

The politicians who get busted seem so dumb but they're the only ones we catch
but of corruption I can't speak because I will divulge I'm keeping my own stash

Man it's gonna be great to get back to The Grotto