Minus

The last survivor of a boiled crap 
Another casualty with the casual frown 
The janitor vandals they bark in your face 
Juveniles with the piles and paste 

It's a sensation 
A bankrupt corpse 
In the garbage classes 
With the crutches of frogs 

Don't be confused when the fuse is up 
And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup 
When the cup is filled you can run and be killed 
In the billion miles of the muscles that build 

Radiation 
Feeling the force 
Karaoke 
Vomiting morons 

The scalps of zero hair on the call 
Rubbing in a blind man's running mall 
With the canker sores and the robot pants 
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills 

It's a sensation 
A bankrupt corpse 
In the garbage classes 
With the crutches of frogs 
Frogs! Frogs! Frogs!