Lyrics

I'll suffer eruptions of pustules
Till my spring time skin is shed
My ma just tore out a street lamp
To render my unfinished head
Any resemblance to persons
Who are now living or dead
Is purely accidental she said

Wire up my unfinished head
Wire up my unfinished head

Braving the tundra of hustlers
Society for cutting up me
Needed loosening up
Swallowed a limbo
Now there's holes where a person should be
Got no room to turn 18
Or wet nurse my unfinished one
Take a closer look at the butcher's hook
Then wriggle on

Got no time to turn 20
And wrap up my unfinished head