Lyrics:

Spy, spy, pretty girl,
I see you see me through your window.
Don't turn your nose up,
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or the last.
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house,
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you.
I'm the cream
Of the great Utopia dream.
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen.
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones,
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain.
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day.
So now, You could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed.
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
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