Zombie Wastoids Have The Power

Look at Michael
He's a trip
He's gotta angel
On his hip
He looks so cool and effortless
How he does it
I can only guess

He's got a heart-shaped scar
On his hand
He quit his job
He quit his band
Tell me someone
If you see him
He wants to live in a museum

(donut clouds
Flagpoles
Donut clouds
Flagpoles
Bridges to Heaven)

Check out Wendy
She's a cook
She made your bed
She made you look
She rubs her arms
And legs with aloe
Beauty is deep
But she is shallow

She's a complicated chick
She brings you soup
When you're sick
She likes to mess with her own head
She leaves weird sayings
On the sofabed

(I need me a spongebath
I need me a spanking
I need me a spongebath
I need me a break!)

Oh no
Here comes gay Xavier
Another ex-junkie
Turned former raver
His favorite drink
Is Irish whiskey
It's no secret
He's a sissy

His face looks like guacamole
His breath is rancid
And unholy
He is a perfect example
Of everything I'd like to trample

(what sssscumssssucking bastard
Put out the eternal spittoon fire?)

Janet thinks that she's a general
She takes her vitamins
And minerals
With her
Everything is always power
She likes to watch me
In the shower

I once heard her on the phone
Her face is pretty
But her mind is blown
She gets naked for no reason
Even if outside it's freezin'

(these people are girls!
A mini mall animal of minimal brains
These people are girls!
Every butterfly I know is a scientifical genius)

Lily lives inside the forest
She thinks this song
Needs a chorus
She writes me love notes
In Cyrillic
She thinks I am imbecilic

I am a man w/o an anchor
If I see Suzy
I will thank her
I rode the bus for 20 hours
Zombie wastoids have the power

(you miserable bastards
Have no idea how happy you are)