At Odds with Dr. Genesis

[Verse 1]
Steel-headed giants roam the land
And feed on chocolate syrup
It's food for the gods
A warning to all pirates

[Verse 2]
And Jimmy was a fly
Got sucked in by an actor
And wrapped in a cocoon
And skin-tight buffoonery
Now here's the plan, now here's the plan

[Verse 3]
They're going to spit his body
Across the land
And he'll wind up in a foreign sand
You been poison to Mr. Suit, full of fluid
I'm thirty-seven million barrels worth of bad oxygen
No stones in the hand
No birds in the bush
You've been poisoned, Uncle Al
By the deadly injection