In A Small Body

Don't tell me I was born free

That joke has been old since high school

You'll only find the wrong job for me

Much as I'm looking like the right tool

I never wanted to grow up to be

Some kind of social construct, imagine me

A cog in some kind of infernal machine

And yet a bounty of beautiful boxes awaits

Forever flashing on that screen

So please, don't tell me I was born free

You're gonna get your change to be hung

You'll make a great gift to gracious girls

Try to swallow while you're still young

That your dick's too short to fuck the world

What you know about being no sort of slave?

I know some kids who'd kill for this kind of cage

But I never want to act my age

I'm a born again babe with a vague rage

Mewling and puking upon that page, okay?

So don't ever get in my way

Sweating through the sheets seven nights a week

Screaming as I sleep, dreams of demons streaming through the streets

Watch the acid eat away the enamel

Kissing the toiler seat, does it make me an animal?

Sludge through the sewage, it's such a world of shit

Feeling like we live, live on a Diarrhea Planet

First I was emboldened, then I was embarrassed

Started out golden and ended up garish

I couldn't approve, but I could understand

I know what just appeared, and what just happened in your underpants

Tonight your gonna see, it's my body and me

We'll ride to the city and grab on that sin with both hands