Vanity Fair - Mr. Bungle

You’re not human

You’re a miracle

A preacher with an animal’s face

In your sexy

Neon smokescreen

Lie the supersalesmen of vanity

Even your shadow worships you

In your jungle solitude

With the orgies of the sacrament

And the seal of flagellants

You know God saves those who save their skin

From the bondage that we’re in

I’m elated

I could cut you

And remove the sheath of your ignorance

Bless the eunuch

And the Skoptsi

Will you hurt me now and make a million?

Say cheese, baby

We all love you

But it’s a cheap world and you don’t exist…

Slit the fabric of the right now

Spread your legs and wear the crown

Tell me how long, lord, how long?

Till I get my beauty sleep?

Now the hourglass is empty

The moment of my de-sexing

Cut it!

Cut it!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut this cancer from my soul!

Now I’ve made it

I’m finally naked

I’m finally naked

Yeah I’ve made it

I’m really naked…