It tastes like burning
Why was I programmed to feel pain
Guatemalan insanity
Hot wax helped me hallucinate
A coyote spoke to me
He advised me to find my soulmate
Sounded like Johnny Cash
It must have been something I ate

Power plant profession
In the bath when a chair cracks my head
Fought the heavyweight champion
They cried stop stop he's already dead
Shes got a pink Chanel suit
I prefer the pearls and the green dress
She's hot like a tire fire
Her blue hair makes my face red

A treehouse of horror
I bought a big old Canyonero
I don't love thy neighbor
Spend most my nights down at Moe's
I got a nuclear family
A son who says damn, ass, and Hell no
Not too bright so I get scared
But don't you dare call me yellow