Bell Glade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine,
You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and,
Send them back to where they came from.
Send them back to the savannas of disease.
From your first psychotic episode to your drug-induced schizophrenia,
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into their factories
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter
Doesn't matter!
My fever must be high because these bitter winter winds,
I have a sense you want to be,
The female Henry Miller,
Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks and,
Exploiting other people's madness.
On Nexus you claimed to have called out to me,
Can't trust my instincts lately,
They don't feel organic.