Of all the boys living in your body
The one I love, I never get to see
He's hiding out of sight down on his knees
In a crowded room
Thick with black balloons
You sold your wallet and you sold your gun
And got your species-change operation
Now you're no longer just a human
In a bear costume
With bear shit perfume
So eat my guts up in the hills
Like you hate them, like they hate you still
Just give me that one little thrill
A death that I can sing to sell
On my way to hell
(Ooh, you got a lot of nerve for someone with no spine
Ooh, we're gonna die on Earth, but that might still be fine)