Zombie Eaters
Faith No More - The Real Thing
that's why I cling to you
When I emerge my thoughts converge to you
The world is so small compared to you
And everybody's wrong compared to you
I begin to see through your eyes
All the former mysteries are no surprise
I'm cute and sweet as candy
I'm innocent and disabled
Then wipe my butt and piss me
'Cause who would hear me scream?
Except the toys in my hands
Then I'll get mad for awhile
And in your hands whenever I can
Except kicking and fussing