You soft soap the soft shelled The porous morons like me And you're not sorry
Piece of cake to shake off principles Hard won scruples And pretty virtue
Crushed into the bottom Of mud yellow sand like slippershell Chrome Like phosphorescent teeth In mud yellow skin You're a slippershell And you can go to hell
Hard water down your throat Down your back Hard to say it's hard luck When you're so happy
Hard to say it's hard luck When you had it coming
You're a slippershell And you can go to hell Maybe see me there
Can't you see it's a white out Made of chrome? Can't you see the white out? It's why I piss and moan It's why I can't go home
Wallet full of fat Belly full of milk You're touchingly deeply fulfilled You're very old You're very new You're touchingly deeply confused