Lyrics:

Off in the distance I can see a huge holographic Ronald McDonald walking between the grain elevators and trees.

Oh, if I had the money I'd have 'em make one of those me, then I'd send myself to stalk the landscape and scare everybody.

You see, 'cause I got this sort of field behind me.

Because... 'cause I've got spikes.

Because I go between the zones, even when I'm not supposed to.

Because I'm a suspicious person report.

And it's time to go shopping.