Cross my heart and cross my eyes
Stick a needle in my thigh
Drop kick my unscrewed lid
And fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside
A rusty mass of machinations
Still I'm vying for the right vaccination
I make a masterful selection like Louis Pasteur
Certain I've found at least a temporary cure
If there's one thing I've learned in this chemical world
It's very very very very very little is pure
My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it
I try to skedaddle but my gluefoot is fixed
If they'd give me a shovel in this communication age
Maybe I'd have kept my mouth shut and done something today
I want to blame democracy and it's inherent lies
I want to blame my heritage for my leisurely demise
Everybody wants to wear the cleats
Everybody wants to be Dominique
I want to be someone separate from me
I want to have a sustained feeling
My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it
I try to skidaddle but my gluefoot is fixed