For every pop tart princess that goes bat shit crazy
There's a Paula Deen getting a public paddling
When the wires snap from the back of her neck you know
The lights don't go out
For all the testimonial televangelists
She's got Tammym Faye Baker Eyes
She's got Tammy Faye Baker Eyes
Is this another farce? Is the future this frightening?
I tell you I feel just fine, but you're convinced that I'm dying
Oh, America's Got Talent to seduce you to reduce yourself
Oh, America's Got Talent to seduce you to reduce everybody else
To reduce everybody else
For every pop tart princess
That goes batshit crazy