Vanity Fair
Mr. Bungle - California
A preacher with an animal's face
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
Even your shadow worships you
With the orgies of the sacrament
And the seal of flagellants
You know God saves those who save their skin
From the bondage that we're in
And remove the sheath of your ignorance
Will you hurt me now and make a million?
It's a cheap world and you don't exist
Slit the fabric of the right now
Spread your legs and wear the crown
'Til I get my beauty sleep?
Now the hourglass is empty
The moment of my de-sexing
Cut this cancer from my soul!